Your eyes two lanterns in the storm
Led my spirit out of the cold
Each fragile smile you dared to share
Wove a quiet faith through the air
My life had worn a weary glaze
Lost its rhythm in endless haze
You placed your tenderness in my hands
Teaching my grief to understand
Each heart is shaped by hidden scars
Mapped by the ache of falling stars
Your presence healed my deepest bruise
Turned fading hope to living truth
I breathe far calmer than before
Held by a love that asks no more
You proved that home is softly made—
Not in stone but in the hearts that stay