Beautiful darkness,
and beautiful fears.
These are nothing,
compared to her beautiful tears.

Tears of love, even joy,
tears of hate, usually sorrow.
But when she cries it's different,
it's silent, no misty eyes.

Lone tear rolls off her delicate face,
falls slowly unto her shirt one day.
Within minutes her shirt is soaked,
as though she swam for hours.

She tells me whats wrong,
slowly and quietly.
"He's gone." The man she loved,
my father, my best friend.

She gets up, hugs me,
I feel a tear come out my eye.
This was my deepest fear,
of ever seeing him die.

He was a good man,
cared for family and friends.
Now we'll be eating from a can,
nothing to support us in the end.

We needed him, I too young to work,
she pregnant with twins.
Can't work, they'll take our home,
I'll be given up and so will the twins.

It's for the best, I needed away,
her face burned my soul.
Every time I see her, I see him,
but no he's gone now.

I last see him at the funeral,
don't want to ever let go.
He's blue and sleeping,
never in my life have I felt so low.

I wished I'd never see him go,
but he had died before I could .
We cry together, me and her,
over the fears and loss.

The darkness is soothing now,
the fears, overwhelming,
the tears, so perfect,
so beautiful, and caring.

The beautiful darkness and fears,
compare little to her tears.
They fall one last time,
out those forest green eyes.

Now I turn in the car seat,
on my way to a new home.
Never in my life felt so much deceit,
she will never try to phone.
I'm gone now, like the fears,
accompanied by her beautiful tears.