The Tears

I fight the tears that medicine would stop
I feel no hope, no love, my feelings drop
I lost my life, I lost my love, my hope
I hate the words that tell me I can cope
I feel the tears that want to mark my face
I hate the tears; I wish that I could place
My knowledge of my feelings on a hill
and let them coast away to where they will
The tears would be their pilot and their guide
The feelings were not with me on the ride
in April, when I lost my life, my hope
so now they coat the words that try to cope
with tears that fight to mark my heart, my face
I wish that love was here in an embrace.

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