Crier

Tears don't dry up with time, as some people like to think. 
They sit it the corners of our eyes waiting to spill over like a fountain in which to drink. 
We keep them at bay 
With smiles and play. 
And they stay away, for a time; 
But in the darkness of our rooms, 
When the loneliness ensues; 
The fountain overflows. 
And we cry. 
Cry. 
Cry. 
What else is there to do? 
We're human, me and you. 
So we'll continue to cry, 
Until the day we die. 
When our bodies lie and cool;  
While our tears gather in a pool, 
And we die. 
Die. 
Die.