LYRIC
TEARDROP- Journeys- Composed By Abie Rotenberg- Journeys 2
In a one room apartment
somewhere in the city,
A story of magic unfolds.
There lived a widow
without any children,
Abandoned, forgotten, alone.
She lived with the memories
of barbed wire fences,
The darkness invading her dreams.
Oh, if ever a woman and reason to cry,
Then surely the woman was she.
But never did she shed a tear,
She asked for no answers,
had nothing to fear.
G-d’s love is but hidden,
in time we’ll know why.
But today there’s no reason,
no reason to cry.
Well, it happened one Friday,
there just was no money,
The table, bare, covered in white.
But she found a few pennies
and bought a small candle,
Her Shabbos would still have its light.
And she lit the lone candle,
recited the Brocho,
The deepest of joys in her heart.
When a gust of wind blew
through a crack in the window,
The flame, once so bright, had gone dark.
This time the pain was so great,
She tried to hold back
but it was too late.
“Where has my faith gone?”
she said with a sigh,
As a small teardrop formed
on the edge of her eye.
It rolled down her cheek,
heading straight for the candle,
As if with a mind of its own.
Touching the wick,
the drop burst out in flames,
Once more, there was light in her home.
No more could she hold back her tears,
She cried out the sorrow, of so many years.
G-d’s love is but hidden,
in time we’ll know why
But the heavens had told her,
“It’s alright to cry.”