When the night whispers soft as a sigh,
And the stars forget their shine,
I’ll build a home beneath the sky,
A shelter made of time.

For weary hearts, for restless souls,
I’ll carve a place of stone,
Where silence speaks, and shadows hold,
A rest for those alone.

The walls will hum with gentle breaths,
Of laughter, love, and grace,
And when you tire of life and death,
I’ll give you space to break.

No judgment here, no cruel decree,
Just echoes of the sea,
A place where burdens cease to be
Come lay your weight on me.