To Return

I think you left this behind,
When you went cross my path,
Carrying a weight on your shoulders,
That should have been left at the last,
I found on the ground,
Behind such steps that you took,
A smile that's so beautiful,
It brought that feel as I looked,
I saw a more up further,
By steps I decided to take,
A view of sweet eyes,
Closed as they danced under the way,
Making another beside it draw,
Just a little bit closer,
A melody continuously playing,
The feel of heaven coming down lower,
Drawing me further up to the next,
By which was of preciously treasured art,
Was a warmth embracing such deeply,
By name of ones truly soft loving heart,
That showed of the pain you had within,
That made you to drop these all behind,
And carry upon you daily,
Cry of no feel of release upon your time,
So I come to you so meekly,
Returning your precious jewels you left,
And tell you that there's hope,
For these days to recover their breath,
Of that fresh air you thought was gone,
Under fall of the clouds up high,
And shine of the beautiful light,
From the sun set up in the sky,
Giving out peace in the heart that beats,
By the flow of the hand that laid,
Upon you a gift of new life,
Each and all times you received a new day.