Deep in the pit of the hollowed heart,
Where sorrow gains the first foothold;
Lie too the seeds of beauty waiting.

Upon the rising of the lonely moon,
Beneath an expanse of endless stars;
Sweetest nectar rains from the heavens.

Return to the days of the bygone past,
Before arrived a looming side so dour;
When first a radiance came shining.

Within the halls of the nurtured soul,
Grows tall a silver-blossomed tree;
Petals shimmering with untold mirth.

From the hallowed lands known as life,
Come true the tales of the singing boy;
With streaming tears at beauty’s sight.

Filled with nectar shoots sprout forth,
Strengthened with a simple shining care;
Comfort from this gentlest of melodies.

As the once hollowed heart fills within,
Shedding all darkly gathered lament;
A blossom reveals all new found love.