Y// A Tear
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A tear in my brown right eye
was ready to leave and roll.
A heart with a small crack
leaked some precious blood,
some precious love
Life 'd been harsh;
self control not easy.
The tear was rolling now
down slowly, down.
Tumult in my soul;
revolt becomes humble
Turning to God.
Strength seeps in.
The tear dries up,
the crack heals,
love flows
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