Crimson are the tears that fall, From hearts that struggle through it all. Many through the years have tried, Bearing burdens deep inside.
In this world they long to be free, Escaping pain that none can see. Oftentimes those crimson tears, Were masked by smiles throughout the years.
Yet tears are not forever cast, Even the darkest storms will pass. One day those crimson drops will hide, As hope and strength stand side by side.
For what is right shall still remain, Outshining sorrow, fear, and pain. And when the clouds of grief are gone, The heart will find its brighter dawn.
“Even the deepest tears cannot drown hope when the heart still seeks the light.”
