His tears flowed through
my tear ducts, and I
wish I could hold him
and I
wish I could fold him
and I
wish
that I could mold him
with the warmness of my touch
as a sculptor molds the beauty
of the art that they feel so much
I wish
that I could
accomplish
this
so that you can now know
even more so
Since your tears
are my tears as well
We were one at that moment
Can't you tell?
We held each other's spirit
as each teardrop fell...
my tear ducts, and I
wish I could hold him
and I
wish I could fold him
and I
wish
that I could mold him
with the warmness of my touch
as a sculptor molds the beauty
of the art that they feel so much
I wish
that I could
accomplish
this
so that you can now know
even more so
Since your tears
are my tears as well
We were one at that moment
Can't you tell?
We held each other's spirit
as each teardrop fell...