By the sea
Each tear wept, was once a raindrop,
that helped fill the lakes, ponds and sea.
So now it will return to clouds,
recycled tears of you and me.
Youíve wept my tears, Iíve wept your own.
Each time we thirst, we all drink tears.
We drink the tears and weep them, too,
of those now dead ten thousand years.
The scientists are quick to say,
that water cannot multiply.
Each dropís been here since creation.
Even Jesus was known to cry.
Some tears flow in a mountain stream
and some are waves that lick the shore.
Some are a summer thunderstorm.
So many are wept by the poor.
But tears of joy are the best
and bring the eyes such loveliness.
No tear is wasted, it returns.
sometimes it does so in a kiss.