Plan of Mending

There’s a girl so broken and left alone.
Life has lead her down the wrong road.
Through figures so hollow, she finds a comfort that does not tell the truth.
She lives with scars and bruises to come.
She’s yet to find the man whom with she can become one.
Dreams have not spoken to her clearly.
But her heart has yelled so loudly.
Troubles never seem to end,
Even with the sheets wrapped around her as she lays along side the deceitful.

There’s a boy who has lost his way.
He cannot find home,
Nor can he gather the courage to even wander.
Along the streets, he sits and watches His creations walk past him.
They do not hold pity for this lost soul.
He is left in the cold to let die.
Dreams have spoken to him clearly,
But his heart keeps him at bay.
Pain never seems to end,
Even with the thought of a warm bed at night.

There is a girl whom still follows her rocky path.
She feels as if she has been given-up on.
Yet little does she know…
As her feet stay on this road, soon her aches will be soothed.

There is a boy whom still chills in the night.
Hungry and cold, he does not beg for life.
Though his limb do not move,
They do still ache.
Yet little does he know…
As he sits at the end of his way, a home shall be welcomed.

There is a day.
A day that is planned to have the hurt breeze away.
At the end of their paths, two broken souls meet.
No words are spoken at first,
Only two glances with each their way.
Fate stops one’s feet and forces the other to speak.
Hearts link in harmony,
And true smiles light their faces.
Days go by,
And love only grows stronger.
The former roads have cracked away.
New ones are made.
A brand new start has arrived for both.

There are two lost people who have been cured.
Not by searching,
But by waiting.
Paths have crossed,
And souls have been united.
With love keeping them held,
They shall never be divided.

There is a girl who has found truth,
And a boy who has found a home.
They may live on.
They may help others who they find in roam.

There are people in this world.
These people each have their own story to tell.
Each individual holds memories.
Some may be fond,
And some may not.
Everyone seeks mending to their bodies and hearts.
Yet each are truly ignored;
Not by one watching from above.
But by their own kin.
At least until the time is right.
Eventually, there will be a light.
This light may shine so bright upon one to lighten those around.
Everyone will soon be free and mended.
But it takes love for each other to accomplish it.