Chiquitita By ABBA
Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong
You're enchained by your own sorrow
In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
How I hate to see you like this
There is no way you can deny it
I can see that you're oh so sad, so quiet
The first time I heard this song, way back when in 1979, it brought tears to my eyes. It hit me in the gut, and all these years later, it still has the power to make me cry, yet I play it often. Especially on road trips, which makes no sense. It's damn hard to see the road through tears sliding down your face.
It has the power to help me release whatever is bottled up inside and let it go through the salty drops spilling over my lashes until the lay heavy on my cheeks. There are other songs that tighten my chest, and close my throat with emotion, but this one is guaranteed to make me weep, and feel better for it.
The tears of a strong woman only give her a way to find the determination to continue. Don't ever think it's a sign of weakness or surrender.