For healing is tender, a journey, a quest,

To piece together this heart that won't rest,

I reach for your hand and I seek to be free, but I’m stuck in my head
heart once full now bears its shell,

Though stitched and sewn by hands of grace,

A puzzle missing its rightful place.
With you beside, a guiding light,

But darkness lingers, cloaked in night,

Your laughter sings, a tender tune,

Yet here within, I fight the gloom.
Thoughts swirl like leaves in autumn’s breath,
Each whisper heralding a silent death,

I wear a smile, a fragile guise,

But drown in waves of silent cries.
A soul entwined, we stand as one,

Yet still I grapple, forever run,

For even love, with all its might,

Can’t mend the fractures deep in fright.
So hand in hand, we tread this road,

While sorrow’s weight still hangs and grows,

In tandem steps, for joy we strive,

Yet pain, it seems, refuses to die.