The tears that I sow
Are for the sorrows that I reap
The tears that flow remind me so
Of the memories I keep
The tears that stream across my cheek
Flow down like a river ever so deep

The taste of my tears that caress my parched lips
Each one satisfying a thirst
From the pride that has always been my curse
Leaving tracks so that others follow
Bitter- sweet A taste too difficult to swallow

I pray for oil to flow down my head
But all I’m left with are my tears instead
Tears that leave me deep in sadness
Tears that leave me close to madness
So, I’ll go on weeping sowing in tears
Waiting for the day when I’ll reap a harvest
Of joy and gladness