I've drawn eyes on that faceless canvas
And then I saw tears on that eye,
I asked the eye, "why you cry?"
Eye told me, "because I am yours
And I know your pain, o dear."
I was puzzled, "but you are not real"
Eye answered, "anything you create
Has a part of you, it has your soul,
Your life, hence I am yours, o dear."
And when tear came to me, I didn't know!