Title: Teardrops

I keep trying to find my inspiration Since my object of desire has gone

I know something inside has died For now my passion sings a different song

I feel her dancing on my teardrops

As I methodically search inside

I rummage for that pure ardent feeling

Sadly, my emotions run and hide

With this my imagination has diminished

I’m left standing, Looking, Like a weak empty shell

I just wish she would dance around my tear drops

For, I still remember how each one fell

By: Bruce Hackmann