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One night I realized tears weren't clear

Cried they dripped slightly red

They were inner wounds from disappointments

Blood-like tears ever-flowing shed

Soaked until pain yelled pain

But agony replaced it instead

Watered couch with tears cried often

Puddles nearby surrounded bed

Tissues nor sleeves nor handkerchiefs were enough

Weightiness from eyes hung head

Longing for liberation ached seeking soul

My, my, my emotions dancing but were dead

Jesus wept then shall I

Tears crocodile by ruined stale bread

Once I heard man cannot live on bread only

Forever God's spoken words, Jesus said

Tears zero since then