A tear she has never cried.
A tear she has never cried.
A tear she has never cried
Dark coloured waters flow by
Each drip, a tear she cried
Kneeling there, her head down
Every minute the river gains a tear
She has tried to stop the torture
To run out of the forest she's trapped in
But tripped over something every time
Crawled back to those dark waters
And repeats her usual behavior
Once she was out of tears
And got this tiny little push
She fell into the river
Drowning in her own tears
She prays to god she will get out of it
Waiting to drop a tear
A tear she has never cried.
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