The Good Tears
As I cry
My tears wash away the dust that
Is my pain.
They Water the seedlings
In the dirt that is my mind,
Now the plants begin grow.
They strenthen the river of time
So it will flow faster,
And new times will come,
My sorrow will pass.
So com what may,
Keep raining tears,
My pain will GROW away.
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