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.