Tears won't change the world.

Tears will speak for themselves, you say. And all the poets around you wipe the corners of their eyes and nod, "So true, so true"

But tears won't speak for thousands of miles and thousands of years.
 Tears are like a breath, a sigh, a smile, beautiful in the moment, but soon gone forever.
A tear without action is like a prayer without action.
Pray, but act
Cry, but speak.

 If you want change, let your tears fall on a piece of paper.