For a friend,
I would move mountains for you if I could,
I’d cross a river, a sea, my love,
to bring your wandering heart home.
But I know thats not what you need,
I know that this is your battle,
That I must love from afar, and stand watch.
So I will be a bird, perched outside your window,
Singing you songs of light and love,
I will be the soundless whispers of love,
In the dark pitched night.
I will fight for you by never giving up on your heart,
By cradling it and lifting it to God who will,
Breathe it back to life.
I will wait for you, hurt for you, hope for you,
Quietly, without expectation, knowing that,
Your heart needs to be scattered, and broken,
To make a path home.