this tear started out its journey
in the corner of a blind child's eye
given up in loneliness
and other reasons children cry

with no other place to escape
except into life's emptiness
rolling down the unseen cheek
finding comfort in the grass

where it's taken in a vapor
from the heat of noon day cares
joining other tear drops in the clouds
passing by on a prayer

they soon all grow too heavy
which begs for their release
to pour upon the shattered lives
into eyes so they can see