Why must every blessing,
Also bring a curse?
Why when things get better,
Must they also become wores?
No good did tears ever do.
Not for me, nor for you.
They never did any good at all.
All they ever did was fall.
Falling, falling, like the rain.
Falling, falling, without gain.
Now the ran is falling, falling.
So the pain is falling, falling.
For when tears do come,
Heavy like sleet,
The burning tears help melt the pain,
And help you to your feet.
For everything that ends with pain,
Further off it finds a gain.
Keep on holding oh, so, tight.
All dark things end up in light.
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