Left tear for tear

Listen to thy words, see thy eye, and feel thy broken heart. For it is known he never listens to thy pain. All thy want is to be free, fly like the bird in the breeze, to feel love of his surrounding me.
Some say home is where the heart is but thy heart is not at home unless thy heart is with he.
Tears that fall from my eyes are confusing to the others but thy tears have more of an affect to his ears, they seem more open.
Here's my chance to speak and heres his chance to listen, I guess thy tears have done enough because thy toung won't do the talking. He needs to hear and not just listen because thy chance is up and I am left here eye to eye and tear for tear.