A tear, if it holds enough hurt,
Can drown ambition and drive
And grind down self-worth
For which we strive.

A tear, if it holds enough pain,
Can chill, forcasting the loss
Of all we hope to gain
From the heart's heat and frost.

A tear, if it holds cold blood
Fallen from pale, bold wrists,
Can unleash fierce floods
Out of Melancholy's mists.

A tear, an all powerful tear,
Can summon sadness's salty others
To soak all who fear;
Us, our sisters and saddened brothers.

Written By: Anthony AJ Jackson
11-15-96