Tears

When I am lonely I tell my tears to come But they come now and then As they find me lonely Among the people. I was thinking last night About a beautiful thought As they found the beauty In my both bright eyes They couldn't remain there Just they rolling out. They are not the weakness But they speak the languages Of the heart of love and grief Which my heart can't express A dropp of them tells thousands in brief. Tears are the safety valve of my heart And clean my eyes to make them bright More helps me to see the life a new This power to see belongs to a very few.