Tears Tears are running down my face, because my heart doesn’t know the answer.The why is breaking its way through every tear.Where are all these tears going?Will they meet the ocean like the drops from every well? The voice is muted, every tear grieves the lost connection. There are no words to say, lost in the vastness of the ocean. Where will they go?Will they find a shore where they can form a new storyline? Tears are my heart’s answer to process the questions.Tears that are missing the loving embrace of the ocean, the connection to the waves of freedom.When will the soul show the way?When will the voice find…