Tears.
Under the light of trees
sculpting through the years
more than just water
nothing but more water.

Tears.
Faded in the dark
for what we called our park
in my skin so warm
in my soul so cold.

Tears.
waiting to be wiped
wanting to be freed
echoing in my direction
reforming my generation.

Tears.
With one name written
Yours.
With one purpose
Yours.
Waiting for relief
Yours.