I come to you with uncertain fears,
Wonders of helping you dry your tears,
Finding the best thing I could ever do,
Is to share my own tears with you.
Your heart holds grief much like my own,
But how could this pain together be known?
With prayer as one, we touched our hands,
As life on a journey, only loves understands.
Without word not whisper, joined in pain,
Broken hearts blend for strength to gain,
Into eyes of souls a message we would send,
Two hearts will mend, together as one friend.
By: Paul D. McCutcheon
Copyright Hatching Heart 2004