Healing Places

She's delicate, like a flower in bloom
But her petals have been bruised and torn
She's been through storms and faced her doom
Yet still she stands, her spirit unworn
You see her in the light of day
A smile on her face, a mask in place
But when the clock strikes three at 3am
You see the pain behind her grace
She opens up, her heart aches to share
All her troubles, her fears, her doubts
And as you listen, you become aware
That she's been carrying this weight about
Her safe place, she sees in you
A haven from the chaos of life
You hold her hand, and see her through
Every struggle, every strife
In the stillness of the night
Her...