Alone with thoughts that spin and bind,
Prisoner of an anxious mind.
Worried of change, afraid to start,
Seeking a match to calm the heart.

For all we long for is someone near,
To build us up, to make things clear—
A shared embrace, a bond that’s true,
To lift each other and see it through.

For bonds can heal, but wounds remain,
A tender dance of joy and pain.
Yet through the storm, we rise, we find,
A peace within the restless mind.