• A thousand tears That I have wept
    while peacfully you have slept
    on linens woven out of gold
    while I cried and cried and cried myself old.

    Pain has wisdom beyond our years
    that always comes from shedding tears
    for those we've lost and those tossed aside
    and then, again, they cried and cried.

    so silver blades draw bloody tears
    that will accumulate through the years
    that I have left to die away
    for the thousand tears I wept today.