Sometimes, I Wish I Cried Blood

The tears pour from my eyes,
In bright light or cold air,
Can't stand the cool breeze,
Or the harsh, blinding glare,

So, my eyes are constantly running,
And no matter how hard I'm trying,
I can't stop or prevent it,
So, it seems that I'm crying.

And, as I watched the sun rise,
With it's bright orange and red,
I thought about all of the tears,
I had shed.

And as I complained of blurred vision,
And the fact that I couldn't see,
I thought about all the blood and tears,
That once, were shed for me.

I started wishing I could re-cry
Every tear that He cried,
To give validation or creedence
To the reason He died.

I wished I could absorb,
All the hurt and the pain,
So the world would know peace,
And freedom again.

Cause I don't want us to die
In a great fireball or flood.
Just want us to know peace.
Sometimes, I wish I cried blood.