I watch with empathy upon my vision
I wait patiently for my time to come
I stand unseen,
A shadow stitched in light between
The silent cries, the whispered dread,
The prayers she speaks inside her head.
Her steps are small, her hands are worn,
Her heart as big as a church
where pain was born and nurtured.
She does not know my presence lurks,
How I have fought to keep her stray
From roads that hunger, sharp and wide,
From sorrow’s hands that pull like tide.
She only knows the cold, the rain,
The echoed pulse of nameless pain.
But still, I stand though bounded,
standing still like a feather caught in mercy’s will.
Though she walks where shadows grow,
I still watch, I still wait, I still stand unseen,
A shadow stitched in light between
The silent cries, the whispered dread,
The prayers she speaks inside her head.
Her steps are small, her hands are worn,
Her heart a house where pain was born.
She does not know the way I stay,
How I have fought to keep her stray
From roads that hunger, sharp and wide,
From sorrow’s hands that pull like tide.
She only knows the cold, the rain,
The echoed pulse of nameless pain.
But still, I stand still and bounded
A feather caught in mercy’s will.
And though she walks where shadows creep
She’ll never truly be alone
As long as her soul stays gold
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
I watch with empathy upon my vision
I wait patiently for my time to come
I stand unseen,
A shadow stitched in light between
The silent cries, the whispered dread,
The prayers she speaks inside her head.
Her steps are small, her hands are worn,
Her heart as big as a church
where pain was born and nurtured.
She does not know my presence lurks,
How I have fought to keep her stray
From roads that hunger, sharp and wide,
From sorrow’s hands that pull like tide.
She only knows the cold, the rain,
The echoed pulse of nameless pain.
But still, I stand though bounded,
standing still like a feather caught in mercy’s will.
Though she walks where shadows grow,
I still watch, I still wait, I still stand unseen,
A shadow stitched in light between
The silent cries, the whispered dread,
The prayers she speaks inside her head.
Her steps are small, her hands are worn,
Her heart a house where pain was born.
She does not know the way I stay,
How I have fought to keep her stray
From roads that hunger, sharp and wide,
From sorrow’s hands that pull like tide.
She only knows the cold, the rain,
The echoed pulse of nameless pain.
But still, I stand still and bounded
A feather caught in mercy’s will.
And though she walks where shadows creep
She’ll never truly be alone
As long as her soul stays gold
