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.