Yes these are my tears I am able to cry

Sure I’m a cow
I give milk I die
that is my place
the bed where I lie

But I love life
and this field which is my
food source sometimes
where sometimes I lie

down on the grass
where the clover does curl
and I chat to my friend
her name is Pearl

we are together
in spirit and we
like to scratch ourselves
on the old Chestnut tree

our lives are simple
and now the farmer wants me
to go to the slaughterhouse
yes tragically

my time is up
that’s it I must go
I have no say
but I love life so

but it doesn’t matter
how I feel for he
wants to make money
and not waste more on me