I have a jar in my cupboard;

Full of tears, I cried for you.

I add more to it daily;

As others fade away.

 

I have a chest in my cellar;

Full of promises you made.

Waiting to be opened;

So the lies can escape.

 

I have a prayer

That went unanswered;

How I begged you to stay.

I never wanted things

To end this way.

 

Now, I’m swimming

In a sea of memories;

Of times gone by.

 

But I'll always have a jar

In my cupboard;

Full of those tears I cried.

 

Those Tears I Cried

Copyright 2001

By Jeff Benda

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