What do you know of my tears
Have you heard them hit the pillow
Even before I knew I was crying
Have you seen them build up and flood down my cheeks
What do you know of my tears
You speak with ease , telling me that I must not cry
But to cry, to let the tears free from the confines of my own soul
Is to bathe in the holiest of waters
So what do you know of my tears
My tears free my soul and erase the pain of yesterdays past
Cleansing me for the tomorrows to come
So speak not to me about not letting my tears flow
I cry because I live, breath and feel
I cry because I am human

Perfectly put

Amen

Amen to that, beautifully spoken

Oh That Was (((BEAUTIFUL)))

(((( Jenni )))))

Tears of life,, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh how beautiful

Beautiful

Indeed a cleansing of the soul as a result of the world...

We are all one sister ... when one of us cries ... all of us cry...

loved the write poet

sis,,your the best

That was very good Jenni...a good cry never hurt anybody.