as the tear duct drills through the crust of the heart the water wells and fills the eyes in part in part we see in part we know as drought of heart is sure to show as the rocky cracks part the eyes will flow water pure from melted snow an icy heart will melt and thaw as fire burns with stubble and straw in warmth of hearth the ashes glow of papers old a hand did throw our past is past yet we still last in drought and snow our love can grow our love will grow as eyes will show its gutter filled with love that’s spilled