Tracks of Your Tears

Listen with your soul, and not your ears,

You’ll hear the pain, hear the fears,

Of the cries you’ve voiced, the hurt you’ve borne,

The lies you’ve told, the disguises worn.

Each and every oath you’ve uttered,

As a voice inside you quietly stuttered,

While for all the varied promises sworn,

You’ve held complete and utter scorn.

Yet you ask me now, you want to know,

The evil that your heart did sow,

But you’ll only learn looking back on the years,

And mapping the tracks of your flowing tears.



　

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