Tears

Tears of pain pave the way to a smile.

Those tiny little droplets
That flow quickly down,
Have so much to say
Without making any sound.
The flood the eyes soundlessly
Until their holder goes red,
And release them drop-by-drop
Down the riverbed.
Their silent tales of sorrow,
Pain, loss and hurt
Are told, as the tears,
Wash away all that dirt.
And once the sorrow is shared,
The heart feels light,
Making it much easier
For the person to enjoy a smile.