When the Worst Is Over

When your heart is tired,

There is no use in resisting

The still and steady pull

Of sleep when it calls.

Yes, you can keep moving

But dear soul, I see the toll

That a hundred hidden hurts

Have taken on your shoulders.

Break free, just for a moment

From the weight of this world

And rest your barely lifted head

On my willing shoulder,

I promise I will wake you

When the worst is over.