LYRIC
TEARDROP- Journeys- Composed by Abie Rotenberg- Journeys 2
VERSE 1:
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.
CHORUS 1:
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.
VERSE 2:
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.
CHORUS 2:
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.
VERSE 3:
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.
CHORUS 3:
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.”