I traced the lonely teardrop
in its journey down her face.
It trickled with such beauty
and a haunting sense of grace.

The time for love was over,
it was that she'd come to tell.
I gazed upon her beauty
as the tears began to well.

A numbing loss of feeling,
to have to watch her cry.
I'll hold and make it better,
or I'll sing a lullaby.

The journey of that teardrop
as it tore into my heart,
is the saddest thing I've witnessed
and it blew my world apart.