How do you hold the hand of someone who walks pieces at a time?
With their body far ahead, and their heart far behind?
The chipped nail polish of ticking nerves,
Waiting on the conclusion nobody deserves.

How do you bring life to someone who feels like a graveyard?
With crystal rain on her face, but her eyes appear hard?
The dream from her youth,
Her empty womb’s truth.

How do you console a wounded dove?
Seventeen years young, laugh full of love?
Beholding her future, seems a barren abyss,
Impossibly stolen, that new life she’d’ve kissed.

The day has come, too soon, that her well has run dry,
In hesitance, hope, even though she does cry.
Capture in her, some faith to be found,
Hold her close, give her love, put her on solid ground.

In deepest oceans she swims, flies unbounded sky,
She will never be conquered, she is still yet alive.
But her exhaustion seeks rest, so steady her now,
Hold her close, give her love, put her on solid ground.

Hold all her pieces,
Bring roses to graves,
This dove will heal soon,
But till then keep her safe.