Her tears form a river,
A river flowing to freedom.
Freedom from love and responsiblity,
A responsibility known by few.

The tears come from a mountain,
A mountain built from grief and stress.
The stress building up,
Up so high, that it is no longer called stress.

It becomes despair,
Despair that cannot be spoken of.

Along comes a person,
A person she holds dear.
So dear, that she calls him her friend,
The friend that hurt her so.

All he asks for is forgiveness,
Forgiveness for all the pain.
Pain from the lies,
The lies that are rectified.

Her tears are wipped away,
Away from her heart.
 
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