The tear's a beautiful joy,
when did we forget to cry.
Like some forgotten childhood toy,
we stare and can only sigh.
But the inner god's voice rings to us.
It's just a small little tear, no fuss.
When did we forget that beauty,
that simple pleasure.
Was it some duty to measure?
I'm not beyond a tear tonight.
In that I find a silent strength
to my own candle's light.
And wish again for
this blessing to be bestowed.
Asking let a silent tear
fall and flow.