Threads Of Hope

Threads of Hope

They asked her what was wrong,
She said that she was fine;
But if only they knew
Of the war going on in her mind.

As she held onto her threads of hope
While we all were trying to unweave her blanket,
She wondered how she was supposed to find warmth with one single threads.
She acted like it was nothing, pretended like we did nothing;
And we all watched while she secretly faked it.

Winter came then, and she let herself go;
The last thread of hope had unraveled,
And we added the peaces we took from her to our own blanket,
(Thinking it may keep us all just a little bit warmer),
But it made no difference, for deep down, we are all pretty cold.