If there were silver string,
So delicate to use,
And thin sewing needles,
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, strong threads,
So it wouldn’t come apart.
I sew each teardrop with silver strings,
Meanwhile add a little throb!
You could hear my sob;
And when you cover yourself at night,
You’d be wrapped in my sorrow and pain.
You would be smothered by this fear-
Of the heart-felt lonely rain.
But after touching all my teardrops,
You’d roll over to find me there.
Adding to this endless quilt,
Another tear, just another tear!! …