Shattered dreams in shadows lie, Time becomes my soft ally. Like a tree with branches bare, I find my heart in quiet air. Prune the heart, let old love fade, Beneath the skies where tears are laid. Distance mends what once was torn, Healing grows where hope is born. Winter bites, the nights are long, Yet I hum a fragile song. Fruit trees wait for warmth to rise, Roots grow deep where sorrow lies. Oh, the ache, it carves my soul, Shapes the pieces, makes me whole. Cut the pain, let new buds bloom, Love will find its gentle room. Prune the heart, let old love fade, Beneath the skies where tears are laid. Distance mends what once was torn, Healing grows where hope is born. Time will weave what grief unwinds, In the quiet, peace I find. Every scar, though born of pain, Blossoms joy through spring’s soft rain.
