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The story of eyes that cry


When thousands are hurt, their eyes cry When a mother cries seeing that her son dies, When there are just no words to describe the pain, we cry When there is so much hatred in someone's heart my soul cries I just don't understand the reason, why these tears were made, just to make us feel there isn't a bright side to life no that's not the reason the eyes that cry always tells a strange story a story of hurt. Channeling some emotion that always turn to tears, is it god's way of telling us that tears are made to make us remember the one's he has taken? When making those eyes did he know that there would be tears that there would be suffering, who made this mechanism it sucks I must admit. But I can't imagine we could have expressed ourselves any other way. Every teardrop that falls makes an ocean that thousands ships of brave face try to cross but few are successful on getting to other side But not that day when we celebrate, just when there were smiles and happiness in the air Another story was written, the story of crying eyes Where there was pool of tears filled with pain and hurt, where those eyes that seen happiness would see devastation, and once again where those crying eyes will tell a story
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