If I could cry my heart out
You would  see nothing else
except for rivers
the river of my tears...

If I could cry my heart out
You would hear nothing else
except for the rhythms of my sobs
a sad orchestra all through the night

If I could cry my heart out
You would feel nothing else
except for empathy, compassion...
perhaps a little love
rather than keep wondering...
why and why she ever did cry?