You say,
For love we have so much,
The language of a tender touch
For anger we have words
And voices that are heard,
For fear we have screams,
For hope we have our dreams.
For these we make impressions,
In realms of clear expression,
But when in silence it falls apart,
And there are no words, it seems,
No pleading for lost dreams,
Somethings are just beyond repair,
And that's what tears are for.
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