Every teardrop tells a story
As its running down our cheek
The sound it makes cannot be heard
For its voice is much too weak

Listen to a teardrop fall
But listen with your soul
The silent screams of broken hearts
A sound you can't console

Teardrops are a language
That's spoken from the heart
An endless stream of liquid pain
That tears our world apart

Tears are often misunderstood
As a cleansing of the soul
But they leave scars that go unseen
When the pain begins to flow

Every teardrop tells a story
That most will never hear
They don't understand the language
That's spoken by the tear