If there were a silver string,
so delicate to use;
and thin sewing needle,
tender, so not bruise,
I gather every tear that falls,
from a crushed and broken heart!
I sew together tears into a quilt,
tender, delicate, and strong thread,
so it wouldn’t come apart…
I sew each teardrop with silver strings,
meanwhile add a little throb.
When you go to bed each night,
you could hear my sob!
And when you cover yourself at night,
you’d be wrapped in my pain!
You would be smothered by this fear-
of the heartfelt lonely rain.
But after touching all my teardrops,
you’d roll over in this endless quilt;
another tear, just another tear!! …