There is a teardrop hanging from my eye,
It doesn't seem out of the ordinary.
There's no other teardrop around but the one
And it tells my life story.
It's full of joy and happiness, dreams and memories.
It shows all these things that only the eye can see.
That teardrop was hanging until it fell to the floor.
That's when my dreams went out the door.
I saw the drop land so I looked at that spot,
But all of my dreams I could see not.
It was very pure and hard to see,
So I searched and searched for my dreams.
I remember what it was like, the way it feels,
So I searched and searched for those memories.
I strained and strained to find that tear.
I stared and stared, but didn't see it here.
I stood there staring at the spot on the floor,
With the pain and the aching hurting more and more.
There is but one way to see the drop.
That is to look deep inside of me.
There I will find the light I need
For the teardrop I shall see.
The only problem with the drop on the floor
Is that the light went with my dreams right out the door.
My friends came by asking me why I was looking at the ground.
I told them that I lost my dreams and they don't seem to be around.
They left me there staring at the spot.
They hoped I would follow them, but I did not.
I realized they have the light that I need
For me to be able to find my dreams.
I didn't want to leave and forget the tear,
But without the light what point is it standing here?
I noticed the trail of my friends golden teardrops,
So I decided to follow it until it stops.
I kept on going until the end
And at the finish was a man.
I looked up at him and there were tears in his eyes.
He had the same dreams that I always cry.
He held out his hands and they were glowing with light.
I stood there and marveled at the wondrous sight.
I reached over to touch them and when I finally did,
Our hands glowed with so much brilliance that all darkness hid.
I looked at the ground and there was my dream.
My tear looked more great than I thought it would be.
No longing for dreams far from my reach,
But more wonderful dreams that I can complete.
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