When Light Turns Cold

Never wound a soul that shines,
Soft as dawn in quiet skies —
They carry storms you cannot see,
Yet still choose gentle ways to be!

But break them once, or twice, too deep,
And something buried won’t stay asleep,
The warmth you knew begins to fade,
Replaced by shadows they never made!

For when the pure are pushed too far,
They dim like a fallen star —
And in that dark, they let go whole,
Of love, of trust, of who they were before!