My tears are not for me, they’re for you.

When I think about what lurks down deep.

That which nips at your heart and torments your soul.

The visions you see at night when you sleep.

My tears are not for me, they’re for you.

When my mind goes back to a warm summer day.

The moment it was decided that butterflies would die.

The sun was blocked by emotions so gray.

My tears are not for me, they’re for you.

As a magnetic pain cries out to my feelings.

This is what you do best, so do what you do.

Mystery to solve. Variables missing. Reality revealing.

My tears are not for me, they’re for you.

When I think of the trajectory miracles take.

How forgiveness fully coats a wounded heart.

Such a heavy toll taken as these righteous souls ache.