I need help editing this poem: Water has forms-
not a solid, liquid or a gas,
But the tears that you cry,
Or the sweat from the pain and the hard, work
And the water that we drink.
Water is more than just water.
I cry and I fill with tears
As I learn a life’s memory that is hard to take,
But I need to know that no matter what happens,
Those tears that I shed have memory;
They will remember why they fell