The Time for Tears Dry Your Eyes by Kenn Nardi Lyrics
The time for tears has long passed us by
When every day is dark and cold
And all those fruits of hope half-come to bear
Are stinking dead upon our own threshold
There are those who laugh, choked full of pride
While all their coffers are spilling full
And all the rest who grasp will not ever know
The touch of purse nor strings to pull
It's time to rise and dry your eyes
The time for tears has come and gone
When every life is locked and barred
And all the rivers of blood and sweat spilled before
The crooked smiles of crude, carved scars
Which all the stagnant, still in dull slumbered sleep
Have wasted vane and flushed afar
And handed back the reigns of bought liberties
To hardened hearts as black as tar
You'd better rise and dry your eyes
The time for tears has long passed us by
When every day is dark and cold
And all those fruits of hope half-come to bear
Are stinking dead upon our own threshold
There are those who laugh, choked full of pride
While all their coffers are spilling full
And all the rest who grasp will not ever know
The touch of purse nor strings to pull
It's time to rise and dry your eyes
When every day is dark and cold
And all those fruits of hope half-come to bear
Are stinking dead upon our own threshold
There are those who laugh, choked full of pride
While all their coffers are spilling full
And all the rest who grasp will not ever know
The touch of purse nor strings to pull
It's time to rise and dry your eyes
The time for tears has come and gone
When every life is locked and barred
And all the rivers of blood and sweat spilled before
The crooked smiles of crude, carved scars
Which all the stagnant, still in dull slumbered sleep
Have wasted vane and flushed afar
And handed back the reigns of bought liberties
To hardened hearts as black as tar
You'd better rise and dry your eyes
The time for tears has long passed us by
When every day is dark and cold
And all those fruits of hope half-come to bear
Are stinking dead upon our own threshold
There are those who laugh, choked full of pride
While all their coffers are spilling full
And all the rest who grasp will not ever know
The touch of purse nor strings to pull
It's time to rise and dry your eyes