Little drops of dew fall from a pedal sweet.
I wake crying and my day crashes open.
Little rain drops fall across the window pane.
I spend the afternoon counting my tears.
Little drips fall from my sink's faucet.
I cry with dignity and pride.
My tears are not for you,
But are mine.
I may cry over something lost or found.
I may cry because I am happy or angry.
Little tear drops fall like memories down my face,
And I am not ashamed or willing to hide them.
I am proud of my tear drops,
I can cry.
Emotions and pain,
Tears and joy,
My tools for dealing with this world.
My ability to fight against monotony.
Don't cry for me and my little tear drops,
They are not sad or pained.
Little tear drops fall from my face,
And I can feel again.
