Little Weeper

Trickle down little weeper. Trickle your tears down to my cheeks. Taste my salty, sweet sorrows as they wash away the Clinique. Little weeper, you and I are the same. We cry out but hear no refrain. Little weeper do you cry as I do? Do you cry for lost innocence and childhood? I do. Cry, and Wisdom, she screams. Comfort her little weeper, and dry your tears. I cannot follow you though, but give Wisdom my regards when you join her in her home. I have more sorrows to sort through and more tears to shed. Little weeper, may you weep no more, for I must travel alone in pain, and now you will find company in joy.