If the ocean lacked any salt, my tears would fill it back up. If I had cried in the desert, it would have become the garden of Eden. With a heart that you broke into pieces, I shed tears until the rivers overflowed. No peace could be found with the way you left me. I have cried my eyes dry and red. I have carried a torch for you way to long. If ever decide to find me, just follow the damp footprints that are stained with the tears that I have cried.