One tear lost,

Another remade,

A new life born,

An older reclaimed,

From old to young to be replayed,

Says mother to son, "Do as you're bade."

Son grows older,

Turns into man,

Man grows stronger, 

Takes his own life to hand,

Then death doubts the flame,

But we are not swayed,

For every tear lost,

There's another remade.