There is a beauty inside a tear,
That few men can see  because of fear,
Afraid to embrace picturesque pain,
For fear they’d erase everything but shame,
But I have found that there is a place,
Inside my mind where pain has a face.

Crying, Crying, Who can stop her crying?
Dying, Dying, She’s all alone.
Can you hear her? She’s calling to you.
Love her, Fear her, but don’t let her fall.
Draw her nearer, and her heart may dissolve
In you.

I see a woman standing alone,
Head hanging lonely, no happiness known,
Her eyes are dimming with darkest of tears,
She walks by herself for all of her years.

She raises her head and looks in my eyes,
I see a soul that tries to disguise,
But she doesn’t fool me, for I see her pain.
I wish she would trust me,
And she could become whole,
Again.

Crying, Crying, Who can stop her crying?
Dying, Dying, She’s all alone.
Can you hear her? She’s calling to you.
Love her, Fear her, but don’t let her fall.
Draw her nearer, and her heart may dissolve
In you.