What do you weep when there are no tears left to cry?
What do the dead do when they wish they could die?

I've done my crying.
An the dying.

I've sighed, & wished I could change
sand to water for a drink.

I know what I can do, and I know what I can't.
I can move mountains, a piece at a time ,
but I can't cry.
The wells gone dry.