LET ME MOP YOUR TEARS

I’m still here beating the drum of love
I won’t stop until I plant smiles on your face
But the ghost of the past stirs your anger
Yesterday’s wound is fresh and still bleeds
I’m just a victim of transferred aggression

Let me mop your ocean of tears
I’m standing on your parched riverbed of emotions
Your cloud wears a thick black garment
Though waves of my words hit your shores
But you listen to my sermons with wooden face

Let me mop your deluge of tears
Allow me close the floodgates of your eyes
Daily I cast nets of words into your river
But your voice is a venomed orchestra
And clouds of ashes fall softly on me

Let me mop the flood from your eyes
I’m already soaked in your sea of sadness
The pain in your voice cuts through my heart
I can’t impress a heart that is a cold iron
Only if my actions can wash away yesterday’s bile

I hope to still beat this drum of love
Signs from your eyes have told me to stop
But there is no sunshine, there is no clear sky
I’m still beating the drum, hearing the footsteps of rainbow
I’ll beat it hard under the threats of thunder and lightening

Let me mop your tears…