WHEN ALL TEARS ARE DRY

When all tears are dry...
When all tears are dry, I might grow stronger, maybe,
And learn to reply to the ones who once hurt me, baby.
Not with revenge, not with a cruel, bitter sound,
But with a calm silence that spins the world round.
I'll drink every drop of the poison you left in my veins,
And rebuild my ruins with diamonds, not chains.
No stone, no cold — my walls will be made of light,
So even your shadow won't enter my night.
I used to break like glass on stone,
Cry your name in a trembling tone.
But glass can melt and turn to steel,
And steel doesn't kneel — it learns to feel... nothing.
When all tears are dry, I'll reply with silence,
Louder than your words, sharper than your violence.
I won't hate you, love you, or pray you change your way —
I'll just burn the bridge and walk the other way.
I am the storm, and I am the calm,
I am the fire and the healing balm.
When all tears are dry, you won't see me cry —
You'll see a woman who learned to fly.