I let my tears fall down like rain the pitter patter upon my soul is like the drops hitting a tin rooftop, lawless they swarm, I need a cop, I need the Feds, call in the army, they wouldn’t stop, but they look like something they are not, this isn’t the first time and the last time I have not forgotten when I found the sweetest fruit at the core of a moment that seemed to be nothing but rotten, I let them take place, I am the canvas the tears are the paint, upon my skin I am stained they are the archive of what came and a reminder that things change but no matter the circumstance it must always remain through faith the storm is tamed. So I let the tears roll, they are just a temporary thing, a flashing light and constant reminder, through love, I have life. The tears are soul in liquid form being shown, water is life, without the ability to cry the soul dies.
From My Eyes Flows Life By: Carl The Muse