World Without Tears
Along with the rain, Lucinda Williams's "World Without Tears" sums it up today:
If we lived in a world without tears How would bruises find The face to lie upon How would scars find skin To etch themselves into How would broken find the bones
If we lived in a world without tears
How would heartbeats
Know when to stop
How would blood know
Which body to flow outside of
How would bullets find the guns
If we lived in a world without tears
How would misery know
Which back door to walk through
How would trouble know
Which mind to live inside of
How would sorrow find a home
If we lived in a world without tears
How would bruises find
The face to lie upon
How would scars find skin
To etch themselves into
How would broken find the bones
If we lived in a world without tears
How would bruises find
The face to lie upon
How would scars find skin
To etch themselves into
How would broken find the bones
How would broken find the bones
How would broken find the bones
Good, sad song. We need the tears to identify our brokenness and hurt. This doesn't mean, of course, we really want the tears, but (thankfully) we don't get to vote - we just have them.
And I guess that's a good thing. Sigh.