The rain is falling to the ground. And now my tears are pouring down I do not cry to grasp attention. I cry to help loosen the tension I try to hide my pain, my loss, But through my eyes my emotions are tossed Why can no one see these tears? Do they collect somewhere over the years? But where could so many tears be held? Maybe heaven, maybe hell… I’ll find out eventually. No matter where I go, or what I see.