The Tear Comments

Here you go, I changed a few bits 'n' pieces for you: The Tear Bittersweet tear slides down her face, I see her sweet lips fade. What did I do, my mind does race. The darkness, it pervades. Was I drunk and did we fight, I cannot recall. I look, my hand is wet with blood, Did I cause her fall? Into my mind the guilt, it spreads I must make a choice It is now throughout my head I still hear her voice. I will not die, but pay the price. In solitude, in fear. A haunted soul, now cold like ice Haunted by her tear. Aidan Ross