Tune In The Tender

I still care
I still cry
And maybe
That’s why I’m still here

They said this world is mad
I nodded, not in rage
But in quiet wonder
When light hits trees just right
It breaks me open, soft and bright
And yeah
Some days I weep
Just knowing dogs exist

I’m not broken
Just tuned
Tuned… differently

Tune in the tender
Don’t numb it down
You’re not too much
You’re still sound

They call it fragile
But it’s forged in love
Steel that won’t go cold
Even when the world begs

I remember that book
A howl in paper skin
A mirror made of myth
It didn’t teach
It reminded
I am legion
Laughter and despair
Wolf and wanderer
Cynic, saint
Divine mess
Holy pulse

Tune in the tender
Don’t dim that glow
Your tears still mean
You’re tuned to soul

When I cry
It’s not weakness
It’s ritual
A remembering
That I’m still here
That I’m still real

Tears are proof
I haven’t let
This mad mean world
Make me small

I can’t fix it all
But I can sing
Whisper to the dark
You’re not alone

And someone
Somewhere
Will hear that tune
In the tender…