Tears

Why does a tear feel so warm

as it runs down a man's cheek

when it's so cold to endure;

to feel so hopeless and weak?

And why does that then start a leak

which turns into a torrent of tears

that make the world seem so dark,

turning our hopes into our fears?

Why, when the sobbing disappears,

do we feel the lump in our chest

that drags up sorrows that have passed

and makes us feel even more depressed?

Why do I feel so undressed

when you see that tear in my eye?

Why do we think it's such a shame

when everyone of us will die;

and we will all cry.

We will all die.