Tell me, my friend,
Do they count tears in heaven?
Do the angels hear them fall,
Silent, soft, unseen, as they roll down my face,
Even when I’m all alone.
Does anyone hear me cry,
When I cry all alone.
Even when I don’t cry for myself,
When I cry for everything,
But nothing in particular,
When unbridled emotion overcomes me,
When the weight of humanity bears down on me,
When I feel I’m responsible for all the sin and the hate,
When I believe it is me who has to change,
So that all may change on this world.
When I am overcome, but so alone,
All I can do is cry in helpnessness,
Do, at least, the angels hear me?
And keep count of my tears?
So, somewhere, perhaps,
Even crying, all alone,
Counts for something.