Pitter-patter on parched soil
They don't sit pretty
Like dew drops
On flowers at dawn
They just appear
And
keep on appearing
In the silence of sorrow

The longer the silence
The deeper the sorrow
The saltier the tears

Who can understand or fill
The cracks in my desperate heart?
Broken in love
Cracked open with longing
Except those little streams
Of salty tears
Not pretty like dew drops
Not strong like rain drops

Just salty
Just tears
That share
The silence of sorrow