Whisper Me Home

Rain keeps falling through the grey,

my heart forgot how to pray.

A world so cold, it stole my name,

and left me drowning in my shame.

But in your eyes, a spark of light,

broke through the endless night.

Your voice became my only truth,

and taught my soul to bloom anew.

I’m the broken child inside,

lost in storm and open skies.

Your hand so warm, it pulled me near,

and whispered softly: “You are here.”

I’m the broken child, I’m free,

you gave your heart to rescue me.

And in your gaze, I’ve come alive,

you made me feel I can survive.

You stayed when all the world had gone,

you held my pain till it was done.

The scars I wear, they fade in time,

you turned my grief to silent rhyme.

I never thought that I could heal,

or learn again to feel.

But love was born in broken glass,

and now the past has come to pass.

I’m the broken child inside,

lost in storm and open skies.

Your hand so warm, it pulled me near,

and whispered softly: “You are here.”

I’m the broken child, I’m free,

you gave your heart to rescue me.

And in your gaze, I’ve come alive,

you made me feel I can survive.

When shadows call and hope runs thin,

I’ll find your voice beneath my skin.

I was shattered, cold, confined—

but you said: “You are mine.”

I was the broken child inside,

now I soar where angels hide.

Your hand so warm, it pulled me near,

and whispered softly: “You are here.”

The broken child…

has found their home.