The Bond That Connects

Sympathy, a gentle power,

A balm for wounds that ache and mire,

A comfort in our darkest hour,

A flame that never shall expire.

It flows like rivers to my soul,

A soothing touch to make me whole,

A whisper of hope in the night,

A friend to guide me towards the light.

It echoes through each heart and vine,

As we share each other's pain and mine,

A bond that we cannot break,

A unity that we cannot fake.

With sympathy, we stand together,

As we face life's stormy weather,

And though we may falter and fall,

We lift each other up and stand tall.

So let us cherish this blessed grace,

And embrace it in every place,

For sympathy, a gift so true,

Is the bond that connects me to you.