On the account of another

This morning I shed a significant tear. Though it was only one tear that escaped this eye of mine, the solitude of this outpouring should not correlate in your mind to the grief observed by my heart. Any spectator into my heart can quickly note the lack of tears that fall from my eyes on account of my own pain. However, never have I weeped on the account of another. Never has the plight of someone else caused me such pain that a single drop of rain will fall from my eye.