Tears fall like words, a silent stream
a language universal, yet uniquely serene
they speak of sorrow, of joy and of pain
a vocabulary of emotions, forever sustained.
In every drop, a story's told
of love, loss, and memories old
they whisper secrets, of the heart's deep core
a language that's understood, by all who adore.
Tears of laughter, tears of woe
a symphony of emotions, as they flow
they bridge the gaps, between you and me
a common tongue, that sets our souls free.
In the language of tears, we find a friend
a companion that listens, until the very end
so let the tears fall, like words from above
for in their silence, we find a language of love.
