Pieces of Their Soul

In the shadows where the silent weep,

I walk softly through their broken dreams,

A touch of hope, a fleeting spark,

In a world that’s lost its heart.

They come with scars etched deep inside,

Behind their masks, they try to hide,

Fallen heroes, worn and torn,

Seeking solace in the dawn.

I’m more than just a fleeting smile,

A light to chase away their trial,

But each touch leaves a trace,

A piece of them I can't replace.

Healing with a gentle hand,

In a broken, battered land,

Giving love in silent prayer,

Knowing I might take a little back from there.

In the quiet, they confess,

Lost in longing, feeling less,

Moments stolen from despair,

A fragile hope that’s rare.

They offer me their fragile soul,

In hopes to make them whole,

Yet each gift, a small part,

Stays with me, inside my heart.

Healing with a gentle hand,

In a broken, battered land,

Giving love in silent prayer,

Knowing I might take a little back from there.

Is it mercy, or just a game?

Who am I to feel ashamed?

In this dance of give and take,

A piece of me I can’t fake.

So I carry their burden, shared in trust,

In a world that leaves them just,

A fleeting moment, a touch of grace,

In this lonely, sacred space.