Yesterdays tears build a river
Washing the soul of it’s pain
Cleansing the heart and mind
Like a gentle sweet spring rain
When you feel you have cried your river
And your throat aches from the tears shed
And the mind is exhausted from feeling
Or the heard feels it is now dead
Raise your eyes to the skies and recall
How beautiful a full moon can be
See the stars shining gently on us all
And remember how good friends can be
Call that friend you know is there
Waiting to help you escape your pain
The one who does not judge
But listens instead
So you may one day love again
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