You might give him the name of silence You might picture him as a thoughtless man But what you do not know is that he once did care How sweet it would be, if he could say now I do care, I need to care For his tears once were Dripping with hate Dripping with fear Dripping with heart ache For plenty a year They were dripping with joy And dripping with love But now, they’re not dripping at all You might give her the name of worthless You might picture her as an old bent fool But what you do not know is that she once could fly How sweet it would be, if she could say now I still fly, I need to fly For her tears once were Dripping with hate Dripping with fear Dripping with heart ache For plenty a year They were dripping with joy And dripping with love But now, they’re not dripping at all You might give me the name of ponder You might picture me as a thoughtful man But what you aught to know is that we all should care How sweet it would be, if we would say now I do care, I need to care For our tears still are Dripping with hate Dripping with fear Dripping with heart ache For plenty a year They are dripping with joy And dripping with love To show, those who need us, who we are