A baby cries for mother's milk, a child just to get its way.
Young girls cry for scarves of silk, little boys, outside to stay.
When they grow, they cry much less, but still it's all for them you know. She cries for a strapless dress, but tears are not for men to show. After many years go by, the stress of life makes them realize, All their tears just come out dry, but still they want to rub their eyes. Oh how much they miss them now, the tears that once cleansed all their pain. If only they could cry somehow, the tears would cleanse them once again.