Time, be patient with us, we plead.

For we don’t heal as fast as you, indeed.

In moments fragile, like fleeting sighs,

We long for solace as the world defies.

Embrace our wounds, with gentle grace,

As we seek solace in your infinite space.

Minutes turn to hours, days to years,

Yet our scars linger, drenched in tears.

But amidst the ache, let hope unfurl,

As time’s gentle touch mends our wounded world.

With every passing breath, we find our way,

And in healing’s embrace, we’ll forever stay.