Hold me.

Hold me, rock me, sing to me.
Stare me down, like a bird to its sea.
Stillness and quiet, what a brave loud sound.
Surrounds my soul, it seems I've been found.
The harshness of the cold, has been too long.
And the notes it creates, can never be my song.
Where has the sun gone, is it lost forever?
Did my soul become, too much to endeavor?
I thought my life, was smaller than the sun.
Can it not hold me, and say "well done"?
So hold me, rock me, sing to me.
Stare me down, like a bird to its sea.