This

                                           teardrop

                                         I see when

                                night comes to haunt

                                    me. It reminds me of past scars

                                   and dyeing stars that used to shine so

                                 bright.  As the night goes on I wait for dawn to

                                 save me with its light. When it comes, the darkness

                                     runs and is filled with fear.  So I cry even harder because

                                     I know my savior’s here.  It holds me tight under the light

                                   and it keeps me warm. I shed a tear not of fear but

                                                                                                                   because the veil was torn