Upon the waterworks,
are the very tears tasting of worthlessness
A broken cry of the tears falling into the ocean
as her body curves, displaying these emotions

So what do they tell.

A question indeed,
for human nature yearns to ask the question with the answers we much need
And I'd need a step back from myself
a minor second to breathe
For holding back my tears means I've fallen not being able to forgive.
Surely it's not too good for my health

Still the very Lord I cry to,
hears the echoes of my tears

What do they tell.

How you see good in all your people,
in my tearing eyes I often see evil,
We pray so long till all these knees hurt,
the last bad I do always come first,
And I paid my dues now I need my reimburse

What do they tell.

How to fix all my pieces,
rich at heart but still no richness
the last bad I do always come first
And I love being my own witness

Still what are these tears telling.

How inch by inch I'm climbing my ego,
can't stand myself while I stand with your people
My proud voice only comes out feeble
And I don't know how to be good while I see evil
How do you see good in all your people

And what's the last they've told.

How I talk big talk with small words,
the last bad I do always come first.
I know that it's wrong, but feels right,
don't want to be left behind if you don't mind

I see all my bad, and act blind.

Have I then listened to my tear's story,
perhaps though, still my crying isn't at it's end

Dearly Lord I'd much prefer to be where you are.