Awakening in the middle of the night.
Mind is racing, then takes flight.
I peel these emotions from my skin,
and sadness seeps out from within.

I take my needle, and begin to sow.
My wounds back up so that I can show.
My head up high, and chin straightened up.
The stitches may show, but its good enough.

A crooked smile, a twinkled eye.
I'm not healed, yet I know why.
A frozen heart takes time to thaw.
In the warmest hands you ever saw.

A future lit with bright sunny skies.
The things I've lost have made me wise.
The knowledge I gain has made me fight.
I close my eyes again this night.