Tear, tear...where do you come from?
Eyes, brain, heart, water tanker, recycler...??
Tear, tear ...where do go ?
Roller coaster down the cheeks, handkerchief, bucket, recycler ??
Tear, tear...why do you come?
Ah you cold, you pain in the heart, twig in the eye, bustling water cylinder in the eyes...??
Tear, tear...what is your story?
Damn you man, can't see the eyes swell you,
Can't see me rolling down the cheeks
Can't know cold, pain, or that little twig
Twig that's perched in past,
That's in present, that will be in future only if you see
Twig that calls itself forgiveness
Forgive those who brought me to your eyes,
Forgive yourself who brings me to your eyes
Hold the twig in your hand, always ready
Like the magic wand, waive it not the handkerchief to wipe me off your face
Like the magic broom, use it to zoom into the beautiful future
Tear tear, "Hey man, creation of God, ask me not my story for it brings tears to me, who am I, where do I come from, where will I go?"
Inspired by
Following conversation contained in "Tuesdays with Morrie" by Mitch Albom
"“It’s not just other people we need to forgive, Mitch,” he finally whispered. We also need to forgive ourselves.”
Ourselves?
“Yes. For all the things we didn’t do. All the things we should have done. You can’t get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened.
