Tears in the rain.
Some soaked in joy.
Some soaked in pain.
Tears the symbol of existence.
No use resisting.
Whatever the situation.
Tears are what makes us human.
Some see it as weakness.
Some see it as courageous.
An experience unlike any other.
Whether it be fear.
Whether it be spite.
If it gives one the will to fight.
Then let it rain.
In every way let it rain.
Don’t be a slave to your shame.
With life, must there be death standing right beside?
War?
Hatred?
Rage?
If tears heal.
Why can’t we survive?
If tears heal.
Then why do I always feel so torn up inside?
Hiding these tears.
In the rain.
Hiding my pain.
Am I insane?
To feel these things?
Am I insane?
To feel this sting?
The thing that distinguishes me and you as human.
My flesh can be so weak.
Things can go from bright to bleak.
Pretty quick.
Am I sick?
For crying in this rain?
Am I sick?
If these tears never go away?
For what it’s worth.
Like a movie.
We must see it through.
When the reaper comes for you.
Don’t be afraid.
Reach out your hand.
For time will eventually stop for all of man.
When memories fade.
And your tears of rain,
Become wisps of sand.
From dirt we started.
And to dirt we end.