Tears cloud the eye of the needle
that I have been trying so hard to thread.
The mind knows the harsh truth
Which the heart just won’t accept.
It sinks below and resurfaces again
It tries to dodge through reality’s game.
The mind hears the truth just whizzing past,
But the hand of comfort is protecting the heart.
The faith has been shaken
The trust is torn.
But a tiny speck of hope
Continues to live on.
