Tears come
My heart is hit
My heart breaks
For the kids I know
But barely know
And are leaving soon

My heart is overwhelmed at the mystery
The sense of being used in their lives

My heart breaks
Tears flow
And I'm thankful
Because these tears tell me
That I am alive
Even though exhausted
And could feel 'dead'
They assure me

My heart is still alive
  it can be touched
    it can be moved
      it cares
About things that are important

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