I feel with the saddest parts of my soul
The parts so tired, so old, so beaten and torn
The happiest moments, light like a feather, drift along the surface
Gently touching but never staying
Float away in a warm, calm breeze
Like a dream escaping from an opening eye

I feel with the saddest parts of my soul
The parts so resilient, so beautiful, made stronger through sorrow
Her scars are mine and mine hers
Held together by a lock with no key.