Tears

Eyes full of tears thoughts are a process like anything else Eyes full of tears even those who love me can see the change Eyes full of tears sometimes my father who knows me best has to ask again With my eyes full of tears I wonder if love is an emotion, process, or none of the above Eyes full of tears no matter which way the wind blows I can't win for each & every lost Eyes full of tears I fear in an instant what can happen all over, or never again With my eyes full of tears I keep those as memories from the end to the beginning With my eyes full of tears I ask myself once again ..