The fellowship of the brokenhearted,
Meeting universally in another land,
Has brought forth a new destination,
Leaning forward into dreams of hope.

A mask for those who know nothing,
With nowhere to go and feel themselves,
No one hears their cries and sorrow,
Except for the ones with tears from heaven.

Those who walk with pain and unsteadiness,
Look into the eyes of the young and restless,
Laugh hard with no consequence tomorrow,
Living for the day that speaks nothing or care.

The gathering of the ones with no direction,
Meet in a meadow with green fields of joy,
They feel the sun soak up their worn skin,
Finally finding their truest face to wear.

This is for the ones so  tenderhearted,
Who wears the face of sorrow and loneliness,
For coming soon will be the words that save,
Creating a place where you can finally breathe.