I’ll climb the tears you’ve cried,
trace every sigh back to the sky;
when the night folds tight,
my vow ignites—
I’ll find you, bruised-light,
through thunder-miles and silence loud,
past every grave doubt.
Hope is the map I keep,
blood-inked on beating streets;
hear my pulse repeat—
I’ll find you, still incomplete,
wrap your breaks in sunrise seams,
wake your dreams,
never leave.