History wrapped in my eyes

Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it - Albert Smith

In all the traits that is of a woman
For all the strengths of a mother
And hidden amidst the beauty of a girl
Her greatest assets are her tears.

The soft quiet defenders of the eyes. Always there but never noticed.

The shield of my eye. The silent mark of compassion. Within it lies numerous marks and scars. It is my wailing cry of pain. It holds much of my sympathy. And within it, is my world of joy.

No amount of words could describe the pain hidden within a single tear. Sadness multiplied a thousand fold. Despair unimaginable in a flood of emotional turmoil. The wounds of the heart unleashed in a single tear drop.

In silence, I would cry.

Within the sufferings of others, I sense unease. Within their pain, I sense the broken pieces of peace. And for them I would shed my tears. For in their tears, I feel the weight of years. They're in pain, and for that, I am too.

In their pain, I would cry.

And when greatness is bestowed upon me, that brings elation and happiness beyond explanation, I could only answer with tears. Only with the sparkling rain of moisturous emotion.

In joy, I would cry.

Looking back upon my years, remembering my past happiness and sadness, all I could do is cry.