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You all know how the story goes.
‘The raindrops fall. The river flows.
‘The water travels to the sea,
‘And some of it is drunk by me.’

I think some drops aspire to be
The tears we shed for tragedy.
Imagine if they only knew
What happens once we’ve shed a few.

You’re water down the river now,
Significant as droplets’ flow.
You’re water under the bridge of sighs.
I’m waving you my last goodbyes.

To think, the water that we cry
Could be disposed of usefully.
Instead, the tears of pain we pour
Just have to cycle round once more.

Meanwhile, our hearts, whose avarice
Demanded tears for sacrifice,
Forget their grief, shrug off their pain,
And blithely learn to love again.

We’ve been sold down the river now,
Significant as droplets’ flow.
We’re flowing past the bridge of sighs.
My heart’s waving its last goodbyes.

The sighs that I once heaved for love:
As empty as the sky above.
The promises I sobbing gave:
Capricious as time’s toppling wave.

The river rushes on past me.
It rushes till it finds the sea.
Its waters will be drunk again,
And wept over successive men.

More water down the river now,
Significant as droplets’ flow.
They’re flowing past the bridge of sighs,
And waving us their last goodbyes.

It’s water down the river now.
Forgotten is each droplet’s flow.
Weep for them on the bridge of sighs,
Abandoned tears and last goodbyes.