To Whom Do These Tears Belong?
When cold tears of sorrow
Stagger down my face
And leave scars in my soul—
In a dark, lonely place…
Who am I then
When comes from each eye
Tears that won’t end
On days that I cry?
Am I the prisoner
Chained to my sorrow
Grasping black bars
And wishing that tomorrow
Wouldn’t be like today;
A day that I cry
Because I cannot escape
The unanswered whys?
Am I the traveler
That travels the road
Of pain that I feel
Deep down in my soul?
The lost one…
The scared one…
Pain follows me.
Is that who my tears
Cause me to be?
Am I the weak one—
A servant to the strong,
An outcasted nobody
Because crying is wrong…?
Once again, will they tell me
I’m the weak, little lamb?
Because of tears in my eyes
Is this who I am?
Am I just the sad one
That no one can help
And when the story is told,
I just gave up and wept?
Is that what they’ll say
About the tears that I’ve cried…
I’m a poor rainy day
Whose sunshine has died?
A tear is a message,
A story,
A plea
That no soul should keep secret.
A tear should be free
For life has its sorrow,
Its misery, and its pain
And even the brave
Shall have tears to claim.
So hold my hand,
And don’t pass me by.
Just whisper sweet words
On days that I cry.
~T.S. Wilkins~
