Maybe nothing outside,
Maybe it is just your own vibrations,
Created as you cried,
Reverb'rating now, e'en though tears are gone,
Back to the atmosphere,
To mingle with the tears of those others,
Who have had to live with so much more fear.
Perhaps they'll learn something from each other,
Like how the world could be,
The one that there can be greener pastures,
One, shouldn't have been freed.
But they'll forget,
They won't be tears again,
Or if they do, circumstances will change,
And they'll fall for a wholly new reason.