the echo of tears

Last night I heard a teardrop fall,
as I lay awake in bed,
it told a story we all know,
but keep inside our head.


It talked of faded laughter,
and dreams that wont come true,
it reminiced of childhood days,
and things we used to do.


it talked of love thats long since gone,
and love that might have grown,
it spoke of things we would have done,
if we had only known.


it remebered the taste of birthday cakes,
and the smell of christmas trees,
it recalled the ocean to a boy,
that as a man he'll never see.


but in the dark the last sound heard,
still echos in my ears,
and that is the sound a jail cell makes,
when its filling up with tears.