A tear of sadness is a lonely thing.
Meanders down the face, helped by gravity.
The eye, trying to speak, trying to sing.
Falls from the cheek with no levity.

A tear of pain is a fearful thing.
Burns the face with trails aflame.
At the tip of the chin it gives its last sting.
Teeth clinched, face flustered from shame.

A tear of joy is a beautiful thing.
Lifts the spirits with wonderful winds.
Feeling weightless, taken up on a wing.
Tickles the face, while sadness ends.