If gentleness is a thing
That braves the rain
And the wind
It will find its way back again

And the next morning
It will be there, unwavering
Fresh as the morning dew
Sitting on a flower in bloom

That droops under the weight
Of that droplet
And completely forgets
Until a blistering wind carries it

Yet I've caused pain
That forced your hand
To exorcise the ghosts
Of your thinly-veiled past

As love crawls
Back to the fragile soul
They conquer the abandoned seas
Where the spirit once had flown

Roaming freely on those empty waters
The wind howls and there's no sign of life
In your reveries and spontaneous daydreams
Only there's the disturbed harbor of the mind

Where to the soul serenades?
Finding places cherished
In tranquil memories
Captured in time and space

It is a gift that it brings
Wielded by the noble
It is the strength of human nature
It is the sweat and toil of the human soul

Gentleness is a thing
That braves the hailstorms
Finding its way back again
Even when you are lost