Teardrops In My Eyes

I grew up with four sisters and a brother we'd always run and jump and play,
My brother and I'd pull pranks on our sisters It seemed we had a new one everyday,
We'd scare them with the frogs, the snakes and spiders, Oh we loved to make them cry,
I lost my oldest sister, now I'm the one who's got the teardrops in his eyes,
She'll never call me little brother, laugh that laugh she used to do,
When I saw her there so peaceful, all these feelings hit me true,
I wish that I could tell her that I'm sorry, and had the chance to say goodbye,
I'm looking at my Brother as we carry her with teardrops in our eyes.

She'll never call me little brother, laugh her laugh that 'woo-hoo, hoo',
When I saw her there so peaceful, all these feelings hit me true,
I wish I had the chance to say I loved her and had the chance to say goodbye,
I'm standing at her gravesite, for I'm the one whose got the teardrops in his eyes.

poem by Steve Brom
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