My eyes are so red,
they’re threatening to spill,
I want to hide my weeping,
I hope they’ll stay still.
But finally a tear drops,
trickling softly down my face,
but that just broke the ice
now others join the race.
Pouring down so steadily,
my tehillim is now soaked,
my wails just intensify,
piercing cries, I’m choked
I can squeeze out the pages,
of my siddur and tehillim,
fill up many buckets
overflowing the brim.
We know Hashem has a cup,
a glass right at His side,
when will it be enough,
when will our pain subside.
What can be worse?
I’ve lost my grip on the rope,
tumbling down so rapidly,
for survival there’s no hope.