Candle smoke drifts in a hollow room
Shadows waltz in a gentle gloom
You unfold quilts for the aching few
Stitching hope into something new
Old wood creaks with a fragile cry
Tears fall slow but refuse to dry
Your warm touch halts the breaking thread
Weaving comfort through every dread
Broken nights learn to start again
Sorrow leans on a softer friend
Happiness rises where pain felt helter—
Light stands firm in your love shaped like shelter