What are tears, mixed in the river of daily life
Behind closed doors, behind steering wheels, after church, hidden feels, rush
God, I know I shouldn’t complain, this is far from worst-case places, but I’m tired of stepping out of my house, another busy week at the races
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In the shower, at the river, in my car, my tears flow, disappear they disappear
Back to grinding, back to fighting, I’ll gather myself after bitter crying, shake my head then pray, keep on trying, although it feels like all I know is dying
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I don’t want to whine, casting my cares a stressful time, here I am again with the same old lines, hold back yeah keep them to myself and find my skin colder
Pain, living life like a bit of rain, it’ll pass soon so stay on the train, outlook muddy splinter in every frame, I’m supposed to be filled with joy without stain
What are tears mixed in the river, do I believe in your willingness to deliver, living by faith yet it’s only a sliver, God I beg you for help, hope giver.
Emotion Dough 