By the side of my bed,
Resides a jar of liquid silver,
Millions of solitary tears,
One from each time I’ve cried,
Cried because of you.
I promised myself I would stop,
When the tears ran dry,
Or the jar had no room left,
Then I’d send those tears free,
Cast away upon ocean’s tide.
Beside my bed resides a jar of tears,
And I convince myself,
When the tears they fall again,
That there is just enough room,
For one more tear.