Please, it is not the weight, it is not the fight
Love takes hold when it is right.
Help them to arise from the shame and guilt
It has broken that which was deep within
Yet hate cannot cut the root!
There is a slumber you must not sleep
For it can drag you off your feet
And into the bowels of an abyss so deep
You may never understand the way out to love again, as deep.
So do love through all the pain,
It will eventually sprout again.