Tears – they fall – running down chiselled grooves
Till they from the sculpted framework of living flesh are loose
Fallen yea, yet in them memories not forgotten
Pain and sadness from which these tears are begotten
These here, be the tears of a man – the manifestation of inner pain
When innocents fall prey to enemies and those he loves fall away
When it seems the battle never ends – when he begins to faint
And a little voice inside whispers, Don’t give up yet.
Tis then that tears of a fighting man begin to form and fall
They form and fall – down into the cursed unforgiving soil
Tears of pain – for all those who should’ve stayed
The friends, family, covenants made – but only ghosts here today
The knives thrust into the back, the double talk, double walk
Of folks who one who never imagine to with the enemy consort
These here be tears of sadness- for all the battles lost
He still stands in his integrity, but oh what a cost.
Sadness – for those who left who swore they never would
For all the places and people he could help if only they would
But now they fall, and none can lift then up
They fall in the streets and they perish er the sun comes up
Sadness – for all those opportunities he missed along the way
Regrets of things he could’ve changed – but made a mistake instead.
All the chains of the past that he drags behind of which he’ll never be free
Tears that fall because he knows he was better than this.
Tears of a mighty man – here they lie in the sand
Because sometimes there’s things he doesn’t understand
And somehow, as the tears glide away fron his eyes
They carry that anguish and pain outside.
And even as he breaks down and weeps
Inside are chains breaking that set him free