Every Drop
Every Drop
Every drop the world counts,
Precious are they like pearls.
Every colour they hold within
But just a glow it shows.
So thankful am I to hold
Those drops that quench my soul,
That not a drop I would let get away,
From my palms so ready to hold.
I know not whether they are tear drops,
Nor do I know their source,
I just wish it to linger
On my cupped palms,
For it is the feel that matters for me the most.
At time just a few drops,
At times a gushing force,
Did I feel the difference though?
No, For I guess they are all drops those form a force.