Tears

A thousand cries a day you hear,

Yet my one single tear you catch and hold to your tender ear.

Polluted by my sin, wrought with pain, you don't ignore it, in a bottle you store it away.

You have no reason to hold onto it, outside of your love for me.

Polluted by my sin, wrought with pain, you don't ignore it, in a bottle you store it away. A thousand cries a day you hear,

Yet my one single tear you catch and hold to your tender ear.