• what am i but a tear
    falling slowly down
    sliding down your cheek
    just to hit the ground.

    what am i but the dirt
    swept beneath your feet
    you would not need me
    if you did not weep

    what am i but the feet
    that keeps your head high
    lifting it up
    to look at the sky

    what am i but a head
    which your brain i do hold
    and i promise i will hold it
    even when you are old

    and what am i but you
    crying in the dirt
    wrapping you up
    in a jacket and shirt

    so be grateful for me
    which is also you
    we will stick together
    when all trouble are through