Teardrops, teardrops, shedding waterfalls,
Little voices, little voices, calling, calling,
“Hear me, hear me, Mommy, Daddy, I’m afraid.”
When I was a kid, we played Cowboys and Indians,
When I was a child, we played cops and robbers,
When I was a boy, we played war.
Teardrops, teardrops, shedding waterfalls,
Little voices crying, little voices crying,
“Help me, help me, come and make it better.”
My hat was black, my horse a Palomino,
My “caps” would pop, my mouth said “bang,”
I was always wounded in the shoulder.
Teardrops, teardrops, shedding waterfalls,
Little hands reaching, little hands reaching
Good boys, good girls, they could be sleeping.
When we got tired of playing one game,
We moved on and played another,
We played until Mom and Dad called us home.
Teardrops, teardrops, shedding waterfalls,
Little angels calling, little angels calling,
“Come play with us, come play with us.”
And they are going, laughing, one by one,
To play and sing, always pint-sized,
Never growing old, always growing wise.
Leaving Moms and Dads, all of us,
Cheeks stained, hearts empty,
Spitting anger and frustration.
Then praying, praying, wordless prayers
Prayers from our hearts, our guts,
Teardrops, teardrops, falling to the floor.
Little angels singing, little angels singing,
“Mommy, Daddy, think of me,
It doesn’t hurt anymore.”