I’ll sit beside your quiet bed, hold the words you left unsaid. Candles low, the air is still, I’ll keep the watch, I always will. The body rests, the spirit turns, like ash returning where it burns. I’ll sing the songs that ease the night, a gentle hand to guide the flight. I don’t lead, I walk beside, through the ebbing of the tide. In the silence, you’re not alone, I’m here to carry you home. I’ll braid the flowers in your hair, lay the linen, say the prayer. Every breath a gift we keep, every tear the earth will reap. There is no fear in letting go, only the river’s steady flow. I’ll tend the fire, I’ll guard the flame, I’ll speak your story, say your name. I don’t lead, I walk beside, through the ebbing of the tide. In the silence, you’re not alone, I’m here to carry you home. Hand in hand until the dawn, you are gone, but not gone. Love remains, love is sown, and I will carry you home.
