Stitch by stitch, the wound is sewed.
Pills were taken, and bleeding slowed.
Step by step, the path is walked,
Left behind and overtalked.
Night by night, the sleep is back,
Nightmares hidden in a sack.
When the moon goes up to stars
Tears fill up bejewelled jars —
Drop by drop, the pain is gone;
It will pass before the dawn.