| Maybe the tears that we cry Are meant to be what they are, A way to help ease our scars, To help sooth our broken hearts. An expression of joy, An expression of pain, A way for our feelings To come pouring out like rain. A way to make our sadness Go down the drain. Our tears fall because Sometimes we do too; Sometimes you fall on me, Other times, I fall on you. but... That is why we are here For each other To help us make it through The stormy weather. Dedicated to my Mom who has cried more than her share of tears |