All of these tears
Running down my face
Aren't there
Just because I want the attention...
These tears are born of pain
So deep, so intense I can't explain
The how, the why, the when of it all.
These tears that are falling from my eyes
Are ones that spring from wells so deep
They lift heavy weights and bring relief.
You haven't been there
Or else you'd know
These tears which once stemmed from boundless sorrow,
Are tears distilled from hope in tomorrow.
They are the liqueur of the fruit of joy
They lighten the head
And the spirit they buoy.
So then these tears come not as a bane;
They come without the aftertaste of bitter guilt
Or the sting of acrid shame.
No. These were brewed from the finest grain
Sweetened by sunshine,
Nourished by rain.
They're the proof that I survived
Days of dispair and nights of horror.
Understand that these tears
Are my badge of honour.
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