Tears.

The tear is a mysterious thing,
It's either happy or sad, 
Mean and nice, 
Heartbroken or a hart fulfilled.

But yet, no river is deeper, then the tear down my face.
This tear is filled with pain and relief , 
From hatred and love. 

And yet this tear is a sign, 
It is a sign of hope, of courage and a soul. 
Because without a soul, who would we be? 
A generation without emotion?