In life’s weave, we fragile stand,
Bodies frail, hearts unplanned.
We craft shields from fear and woe,
Armor thick, yet light can’t grow.

Walls that guard from dark and pain,
Isolate, make bonds in vain.
True strength lies in being known,
Tearing veils, our hearts are shown.

Let us wear our hearts with pride,
In each tear, let love reside.
In our softness, we reveal,
Life’s true depth, the power to heal.