If each tear brings a little healing, why am I not healed yet?
If each droplet that runs down my face cleanses me, why am I not clean?
If a river of tears flow, why doesn't it carry me away to a better place?
I've cried enough to heal the whole world
There has been enough droplets to fill all of the oceans
The river has run long enough to crave out a canyon, yet here am I
When will it be enough?