Tears flee the sky
in mass exodus.
Rain showers our earth
with wailing water,
heaven crying for you
heaven crying for me.

Pity...I have none.
These eyes refuse to cry,
hearing not the plea of angels.
Weeping dry,
these ducts have closed,
as stubborn as the woman
who shut them down.

But though my heart sleeps,
my spirit wails its own song.
Pleading and mournful,
yearning to break free...
but compassion--
I have not to give it...
as God weeps for me.