BLACK TEARDROP

Tell me,
Why did you leave?
So many beautiful things
I wanted to tell you

Tell me,
What did you take away?
So many beautiful things
I wanted to give you

Take me there
Where trees bear fruit before they bloom
Take me
Where water flows upward

Take me there
Where hope is the last thing to die
Take me
Where neither of us is a saint

And when you look at me in your dreams
I want to scream out loud: “Why aren’t you ashamed?”