Hearts break and you witness the sound of mourning
And morning with the dawn arrives when the sun shines hot
So your weak eyes hesitate to open so they don’t see
But they have seen and won’t close again in your mind’s eye
It’s in the same way you cry for the loss of innocence
Almost to forget but also to recover a sense of feeling
You broke wide open at the site of a haven
A shelter in their eyes, their hands, their arms.
A place where rest isn’t questioned but welcomed and custom.
You learn in broken places that rest is a gift,
You learn in darkness how bright it is when light breaks.
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