You might give him the name of silence
You might picture him as a thoughtless man
But what you do not know is that he once did care
How sweet it would be, if he could say now
I do care, I need to care
For his tears once were
Dripping with hate
Dripping with fear
Dripping with heart ache
For plenty a year
They were dripping with joy
And dripping with love
But now, they’re not dripping at all
You might give her the name of worthless
You might picture her as an old bent fool
But what you do not know is that she once could fly
How sweet it would be, if she could say now
I still fly, I need to fly
For her tears once were
Dripping with hate
Dripping with fear
Dripping with heart ache
For plenty a year
They were dripping with joy
And dripping with love
But now, they’re not dripping at all
You might give me the name of ponder
You might picture me as a thoughtful man
But what you aught to know is that we all should care
How sweet it would be, if we would say now
I do care, I need to care
For our tears still are
Dripping with hate
Dripping with fear
Dripping with heart ache
For plenty a year
They are dripping with joy
And dripping with love
To show, those who need us, who we are