teardrop

Lonely is the teardrop,
Falling down my face.
Itís painful to notice,
He left this world without a trace.

Just like he has no meaning,
He never exist.
There was no pain no dreaming,
No release.

How many teardrops,
How many faces.
How many cries,
In different places.

Are the oceans waves,
Rolling from place to place.
Sometimes calm sometimes wild,
Sometimes you here the cries.

Sometimes you see the anger,
De wave has inside.
When he reach the shore,
Screaming I can hold it no more.

Lonely is the teardrop,
Falling down my face.
Lonely on his way,
To that special place.

Where all the teardrops,
Come together.
Making that special wave,
Start rolling from place to place.
J.H.