I came upon a lonely tear sitting upon a window seal.
It sat crying itself to sleep as it began to dry.
Whisper, whisper… I hear it say why, why, why.
Why did joy have to come and now I must die.
We held hands and remembered when pain was all we knew.
When tears numbered with the fears and smiles were so few.
I sat by the spot where my tear once lay.
A place of life from my past that shows I went this way.