What If Tears Never Dried?

Isn't it a mercy,
That tears dry?
For if they never did,
We would be afraid to cry,

Puddles would turn
Into rivers,
And oceans too,
So isn't it a mercy,
That tears dry?

Our faces would be stained,
With marks,
Representing each time,
We hurt,
Or were in pain.
So isn't a mercy,
That tears dry?

Yet, even our tears fade,
And disappear,
Reminding us that no difficulty,
Is forever here.

Ease will come,
Hardships will go,
Smiles will reappear,
So will the rainbow,

Our hearts will heal,
Happiness you will again feel,

Darkness will be followed by light,
Even when your situation looks tight,

For tears
Always
Dry.