I can see the music. I know what it looks like. I know what color it is. The words come easy, the tears come easy, and the joy comes easy. The music tells you what to do.
A lot of blood, sweat, and tears have gone into this career of mine.
Why would I cry over a boy? I would never waste my tears on a boy. Why waste your tears on someone who makes you cry?
When I went to Africa, I was reduced to floods of tears every day.
When I was a boy, I would ask about my family history, about my bloodlines. We really didn't know that much. We had a little Indian in us from the Oklahoma Trail of Tears.
It is proper to ask for sorrow with Christ in sorrow, anguish with Christ in anguish, tears and deep grief because of the great affliction Christ endures for me.
One night I'd had some beers, and then I Googled myself and spent the night in tears.
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?
Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.
I try to bring the audience's own drama - tears and laughter they know about - to them.
The busy have no time for tears.
And, as an adult, I tried skiing, and I ended up in tears.
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