Are there enough shoulders to comfort the world when they cry?
                                                        Litt­le
                                                        tears
  ­                                                      falling
   ­                                                     forever
    ­                                                    with no
                                                        should­er
                                                        to be
                                                      comforte­d
                                                      with.
   ­                                                  Drip
                                                      drip­
                                                       !
                                                       !
                                                       !
                                                      .
       ­                                               .
                ­                                      .
                         ­                             .