There are tears of things
That forever haunt
The fragile human heart
Tears of deeds performed by
Our primeval ancestors
In the mindless madness of
Ancient times
Tears of horrific things that happened
Long before we were ever even
Conceived in our parent's imaginations
Tears of childhood agonies,
Those god awful adolescent follies,
And the pangs of painful losses
That can never be replaced
In this life or the next.
No world without tears
No life without endless sorrows.
It is our human lot,
The price we pay
For our parking space
On this stinking planet.
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