A pure tear of crystal ice,
falls flat upon my palm.
Its gentle, cool, refreshing touch
lends my soul to calm.
This tear that fell from precious eyes,
sends shivers down my spine.
For even though this tear is hers
now all it's pain is mine.
I look upon my trembling palm,
and here another falls.
But now the tears to fall are mine,
no longer stands my walls.
Here they mix, our tears, as one
to form a bitter sea.
And now as our eyes meet and lock,
she steals my pain from me.
What a sorry world we live in,
two souls joined thus by pain.
It's pain that binds our fragile hearts,
It's pain we'll feel again.
So light fades in my dying heart,
and all my hope is gone,
and when my soul is finally dead,
then my life shall morn.