Her shy tears crept out of her soft blue eyes,
and streamed down her cheek with grace
They quickly reached her pale pink lips,
and formed a shimmering chain of lace
With every blink of her tired eyes
another silver tear would fall
Each one, scared to run,
so gently they would crawl
Each little tear would kiss the scars
and cuts that they would pass
They'd place a silver band-aid,
so that the hurting wouldn't last
Finally, when the tears were done,
they would sadly fall to her feet
Then again, they'd blur her eyes,
for eyes are where all tears meet....