Factory horns call a weary end
Steel doors close as the workers bend
You hand notes filled with quiet praise
Letting hope ignite their days
Dust hangs slow in the fading hall
Life feels thin through the metal sprawl
Your warm touch steadies trembling plans
Giving futures gentler lands
Dreams rise tall in your healing span
Strength grows bright in your tender scan
Happiness follows the lives you tend—
World turns new in the softness held in your hand