It's just salty form of water, I know that's what everybody thinks. That “everybody” includes me too, And that fib really stinks. Joy and sorrow both are reasons for bawling, But every time we end up creating a river. Our tears are our like watery arrows, And the eyes form a single quiver. Sometimes we don't recognize why others are sobbing, And sometimes we are not even concerned. I just wanna say that's extremely inhuman, How will you feel if the wheels get turned? We sob if we don't win that goldfish in that silly lottery, We weep if lose a match in fortnite. But these aren't the puniest snags, If compared to the problems of people who are in the real fight.