The tear begins in her eye, the one that saw him kissing that other woman
It wells up in the socket that has seen too many indiscretions from her man
It begins its descent down past a nose that has smelled her cheap perfume
The exact same nose he broke when she confronted him in their bedroom
It moves on toward the lips he swore he'd always honor, but obviously lied
The same lips that tremble with anguish during those sad times she's cried
It rolls past the chin that she tried to keep aloft in spite of his cheating
The one that becomes a target for his fists whenever she takes a beating
The tear slips down to her chest where her broken heart beats with sorrow
It fades into an old, worn out bra, the one she plans on replacing tomorrow
For this will the the last time she cries for her man, no longer will she submit
The path of her tear, will no longer bring on the fear, of a woman being hit
