My tears wash my face no need for sink and soap
My tears wash my face when I've run dry on hope
The salt cleanses my skin with a promise of despair
In the dark of the night when my heart seems to tear
A word, a thought, a dream, and a feeling
I fight hard but go back to the never-healing
Fear, anxiety, stress, and emotion
When my heart seems to still but there's constant commotion
My tears wash my face, no need for sink and soap
My tears wash my face, I have run dry on hope