[His tears don't change her smile, but they do compel her forward, arms pulling him close to cradle his head against her shoulder. She keeps singing because he needs to let himself have this time. She vows to be a good custodian of his feelings.]
I'm searching for those gentle hands That embraced me on the day I was born
A single voice of prayer disappears And I start again, continuing tryingly by myself
Someday moving towards a green morning I will overcome the nights Because that is a place that I have to find alone For now, I just want to warm you with my chest
Familiar yet still distant, the tranquility we strive for Fields of hope