**Solace in Weeping**
In bitter tears and anguished plight,
A solace warms my weary night.
A whisper soft, a gentle hand,
A beacon in this barren land.
When sorrow’s waves crash down with might,
Your presence guides me through the night.
Your laughter fills the void I bear,
Your embrace heals the wounds I share.
Like weary wings that seek their nest,
I find refuge in your gentle breast.
Your love, a balm for weary days,
Dispels the darkness and the maze.
In weeping’s embrace, I’ve found my wings,
My stormy skies now softly sing.
For in your love, a sanctuary lies,
A haven where my spirit flies.
