The silent crack will not make whole,
No mending touch for weary soul.
Life’s broken seams, beyond control,
Await the hand that takes its toll.

At the gentle breeze will sweet the floor,
No magic key unlock the door.
Arise, step forth, and ask for more,
Than what inaction helped before.

For what must be, yourself must do,
The path unpaved, the vision true.
No other soul will mend for you,
Take up the task, and see it through.