O my tears!

O my tears!
I'l be thankful if you run.
Bless my hurting heart with relief.
Wash away this grief 
while down you crawl...
O you burn my cheeks!

Though you trickle in the dark
when sorrow itch my back,
you shall glitter in the sun
when my sulking is done.
Soon... you'l be gone.

Though I'm shaken by the storm
yet I'm grateful.
If the rain decline to fall
my rainbow will ne'er be colourful.

O tears!
O tears!
Please come 
lets weep again,
for the eyes that cannot weep
is the saddest of them all.