The Tears That Made Me Cry.
If you give me your grief;
It'll be your tears and my eye,
It is your journey and my path;
And nature's made another of me,
I remember your tears that made me cry.
You're the eye that I saw;
You're the one, my pain and cure,
Noise is safe emotion, one none
could lure, twas right here, where it was won;
All to put a stop. Affection was pure.
It's you, the heart I loved,
You made it beat, and made stopped.
It stopped, no one but one looked back;
Twas in my heart, that I fought it won_
To forget you, for the love was honey.
It was right here, I slept
like log of wood in tiger's
booth; it is the way to my path,
And it moulded another Adam;
And I could see those tears, that made me cry.
"words from the innocent mind"