If I can cup my hands to a bowl
and capture all the tears you cry
I will collect them all
and reach my hands up in the sky
Let each tear drop between my lips
savour your sorrows in my bosom
Turn hesitation into determination
Let an oasis develop and blossom
I take your hand and lead you
to the well of candour and sincerity
Let you drink from this source
Let it fill you with spiritual prosperity
Absorb this soulful nourishment
Intoxicate your heart with belief
My love will heal your open scars
as it takes command of the grief
And when I have collected them
The diamonds pouring down your face
I will bring them to my soul's treasury
and clear them off in my warm embrace.
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