She told me it was heavy
to carry around all the hate,
All of her organs were suffering
Under that eerie weight.
For her, it was like sinking down
the ocean of her own dreams,
Instead of water, grief was running
through her heart, polluting the streets.
A soul so full of hope
roaming around like a butterfly,
She asked me to make her laugh
till it really feels safe to cry.
In the strands of her hair
I saw some tickling magic,
And I want her to know;
You are going to swim through sorrows
Even if this dive feels tragic.