My tears fall down,
and slowly move south,
and mix with the words,
flowing out of my mouth.

They fly through the clouds,
and with the bees,
they float over the grass,
and through the trees.

And end up at the feet,
of a young girl,
who is currently holding,
the weight of the world.

They go to her heart,
and that's where they stay,
until she has learned,
and passed them away.