Tears come like the storm that overtakes my bleeding heart. Cry till my pain consumes my soul leaving nothing but a piece of woman torn. Tears no longer flow out of this river dried. So near the mountains edge, leap not taken, regret has followed me since. I ran fast and left you behind and broken. Then someone broke me. Punishment returned for the inflicted wounds given. Must I release the thread connecting my guilt. Not yet. Only through struggle and grief we learn to truly appreciate human kind with true sight and a true heart.