In the depths of sorrow's veil,
Where shadows dance and whispers wail,
Amidst the tears that softly fall,
Lies grace, a beacon through it all.
In grief's embrace, we find a space,
To honor love, to feel its trace.
Through shattered dreams and broken sighs,
Grace blooms, a phoenix that never dies.
For in the heartache, there's a song,
A melody that carries us along.
The grace in grief, a bittersweet art,
Mending the fragments of a shattered heart.
© providence