These are just tears that roll down my pale cheeks
As I cry over this and that, and nothing worth your time
These are just tears that I have felt for weeks
But, thought that shedding them would be a crime
If these are just tears that I cannot seem to stop
Then why should I wish to hide them from man�s eyes
If these are just tears, then certainly each drop
Would be mystery to no one, for surely ev�ry one cries
Then these just tears should be penance for my sin
And ev�ry man should see them as they fall
And these just tears, once hidden deep within
Should burst forth, at last, and be known to all