This aching heart of mine requires not a soothing hand, That calms so many souls battered by time and distance That I might rest in sleep as if the world had too, This tired soul yearns not for the ecstasy of nirvana That realises the perfection of self, at a distance That floats above, far from a madding crowd This broken body cries not because of past hurts That gnaw and grind below a surface That denies, “Oh the pain!” Such miseries as I have, Such anguish that invades my soul Such anger disturbing thoughts that pick flesh, Such and such a malady that courses through my veins Will find relief if only we can walk together. A heaven alone is no heaven at all.