I had a dream last night and a sparkling light A set of silver doors, then a corridor led me deep into a chamber. Two armored angels were standing guard over A box made out of gold, it had a small window. Through the glass they let me peer And there I saw a bottle of tears. Somehow I knew they belong to you. Silent drops of pain, so many times they rained Then a voice made out of thousands, shouted Every drop of your heart that bleeds from your soul needs counting. Every piece of your heart ripped out in this war Needs holding. Every drip from your chin that you lose to the wind was in this bottle of tears. The bottle disappeared, another scene was there. It was a bright blue day, colored blossoms sprang. There you were with someone else spinning, laughing. So when your faith feels like it's drowning Don't give up, I know it's counting, mounting In a bottle of tears.