The tear drops run down, And fall off her nose. She cries in dark corners, Where nobody goes. You can follow the track, From her eyes to her chin. Years upon years, Of letting them win. And her eyes tell a story, Of anger and pain. You think that she’s happy, But look again. And the scars of her past, Hidden under her clothes. Are a roadmap to places, That nobody knows. Her smile is now painted, She’s a master of disguise. And you can see it all, Just look into her eyes.
Precious pearls are thy teardrops Whose price exceeds to infinity. A weapon as mighty as a sword That can be your greatest defense till eternity. When salty water run down our cheeks The anger in us vanishes, A way to