[Verse 1] Beneath the weeping willow’s shade, Where shadows cloak the wounds you’ve made, I see the scars your heart has borne, The battles fought, the oaths you’ve sworn. Oh, wanderer, with eyes so dim, Your spirit frays, your light grows thin. Let me sing soft, let me sing true, To mend the broken parts of you. [Chorus] Lay down your burdens, let them fade, I’ll weave your wounds with threads of grace. Through starlit skies and verdant glade, My song will guide you to a place— Of healing, of hope, where sorrows cease, Let my voice cradle, bring you peace. [Verse 2] The dragon’s fire, the witch’s curse, The weight of grief that feels perverse. I know the pain you try to hide, The tears you’ve locked so deep inside. But hear me now, my voice will soar, Through ancient woods to ocean’s shore. I’ll hold your hurt, I’ll bear its sting, And teach your heart to rise and sing. [Chorus] Lay down your burdens, let them fade, I’ll weave your wounds with threads of grace. Through starlit skies and verdant glade, My song will guide you to a place— Of healing, of hope, where sorrows cease, Let my voice cradle, bring you peace. [Bridge] Oh, child of storms, your heart’s been torn, Yet dawn will break where night was born. Take my hand, don’t fear the light, We’ll dance beneath the stars tonight. The moon will glow, the tides will turn, Your spirit’s flame will brightly burn. [Verse 3] The wounds you bear, they’ll leave a trace, But strength will bloom in their embrace. Each scar a story, each mark a sign, Of courage fierce, of will divine. So let me sing, my voice a balm, To soothe your fears, to bring you calm. Together we’ll mend what sorrow stole, And lift the weight from your weary soul. [Chorus] Lay down your burdens, let them fade, I’ll weave your wounds with threads of grace. Through starlit skies and verdant glade, My song will guide you to a place— Of healing, of hope, where sorrows cease, Let my voice cradle, bring you peace. [Outro] So come, dear heart, the dawn is near, The winds will dry your every tear. My song will carry, soft and clear, To heal the wounds you hold so dear. With every note, we’ll rise, we’ll mend,
