Yesterday's tears build a river,
Washing the soul of its pain,
Cleansing the heart and mind,
Like a gentle sweet spring rain.
When you feel you have cried your river,
And your throat aches from tears shed,
And your mind is exhausted from feeling,
Or your heart feels as if it is dead,
Raise your eyes to the skies and recall,
How lovely a full moon can be.
See the stars shining gently on all,
And remember how good friends can be.
Call that friend who you know is there,
Waiting to help you through pain,
The one who does not judge, but listens, So that you may soon love again!
The Lord will see you through.
Author Unknown
