Who's to know the number of tears that live ever so quietly behind a certain smile
Who's to know how much of emotion each little droplet carries
Who's to know that a certain pair of eyes could shed no more tears, yet they flowed, they flowed into the quiet, still night, into the warm, peaceful dawn
Who's to know that while each tear cleansed her soul, it took a big part too
Who's to know that maybe, just maybe it was time
The sand of time went one way, then the next, amid it all she sat, still, afraid to even move
Who's to know that weariness would compel her to shift
And, as the sand of time danced to a tune they knew only too well, she weaved a veil of tears...
Who's to know
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