Would you collect them like rain,
Store them in jars,
That are labeled with "Pain",
Would you follow their tracks,
From my eyes down my cheeks,
As they write all the stories,
I'm too scared to speak,
Would you stop them with kisses,
Bring their flow to a halt,
As you teach me that pain,
Isn't always my fault,
Would you hold my face gently,
As you dry both my eyes
And whisper the words,
"You're too precious to cry",
If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you show me your own?
And learn though we're lonely,
We are never alone.
As long as we allow love in our lives, we all have a constant companion.
Never be afraid to love and let yourself be loved.
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