Healing Songs

If I could believe, my friend, 

that my love might ease your strain, 

lift the shadows from your eyes, 

quench the fire in your heart— 

 

If my mere words could heal, 

clear the scars from your brow, 

renew the vigour in your veins— 

 

Then would I sing ceaselessly, 

crafting hymns of dawn and twilight, 

spinning tales of frost yielding to warmth. 

 

Yet, my songs cannot cure. 

they bring comfort, not salvation. 

True healing lies not in my hands— 

it rests solely with you.