Song Of Healing Lyrics Novels & Stories

My voice filled the space softly at first, then stronger, steady with love and devotion. I sang for comfort, for memory, for the promise that he wasn’t alone. Ave Maria…his favourite. Our healing song through so many other sick nights. May it always keep my Remi with me.

Though dreams may crumble and shadows grow, And the night seems endless and dark, Cling to the whispers the stars bestow, Each a promise, a healing spark. So I'll mend these broken wings and fly, Carrying your love in every part— For in every tear and every sigh, I will always be here for you. She stopped rocking and looked at me. And I seized the opportunity and stretched a hand to her. I didn't stop singing. I kept repeating the song over and over until she took my hand and I gathered her in my arms. Han signaled to the handmaids to dress the bed and when they were done, I laid her down on it. But I couldn't help it, tears streamed down from my face.

When he opened his eyes I noticed that they were not glittering anymore but my heart broke when I saw tears in them. I didn't know why I did it but I stepped back involuntarily when Roman took a step towards me. The hurt I saw in his eyes broke my heart. I opened my mouth to say something to him but he raised his hand to stop me from talking. 'Raven, you know I love you with no reservations. They said I broke you the first time we were together but deep down you know that I have tried to heal you each time you were hurt ever since we met. Binding spell or not, I love you and always will,' Roman said and turned to leave the room.

Sophia gasped, dropping to her knees. “Stop,” she whispered. “They’re not ready.” Healing is never readiness. It is surrender. Sophia’s light flared, blending with the chaos around her. “Then let me help them understand.” The storm paused. For an instant, all was still. Then — silence turned to music. Every fragment of pain transmuted into sound — a vast, harmonic chord that rippled through the Dreamfield and beyond. On Earth, billions stirred in their sleep, hearts syncing to the same quiet rhythm.

Celia began softly, her voice raspy, “this place… It’s suffocating you. Every hallway whispers Zayn’s name, every glance reminds you of what could’ve been. You’ll never heal here.” Jada’s eyes dropped to her hands. The ache in her chest deepened. Celia reached over, her thin fingers curling around her daughter’s wrist. “Go abroad. Enroll in one of the programs I’ve been arranging for you. Leave this weight behind. Start fresh.” Jada’s lip trembled. “And leave you?”

Vanessa mocked, laughing gleefully. Sharp teeth pierced through Selene's limbs. But compared to the physical pain tearing away at her body, the pain in her heart was far worse. She forced open her mouth and, with the last of her strength, said, "A fitting end for you… is death… If I get another chance at life, I'll kill you with my own hands!" As her consciousness faded, Selene seemed to hear a familiar cry. "Selly!" However, she could no longer tell whose voice it was.

I've lost everyone because I pushed them away. The tears are flowing as the words wash over me, but it's a good cry. It's a healing cry, that acts as a balm for the soul. My hips are swaying to the music and despite the emotion choking me, I'm quietly singing along. “Please come home for Christmas... Please come home for Christmas... If not for Christmas, by New Year's night...”

You made me believe that real love does exist and that healing was possible. I love you til my dying breath. I love you from this world to the real world. I love you til the ends of the Earth. I will love you until the last star dies in the sky. Forever Yours, Merry SONG USED FOR THIS CHAPTER: Two by Sleeping At Last

Sheila turned to look at them, her expression blank. "Who are you all, and how did I end up here?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Well, you had an accident and was brought here..." Doctor Clemson began. "Doctor, please stop talking. My head hurts like hell," Sheila cut him off, her eyes closing in pain. Doctor Clemson nervously asked Sheila if she could remember anything about her friends or family but Sheila, holding her head in tears, replied that her head hurt badly and begged for help. Alexander then turned to the doctor and told him her name is Sheila.

How did I heal it? The moonstone at my throat was burning. My voice, I thought. My voice had cleansed Noah. Could it cleanse this? I didn’t have time to think. I placed my hands on the dark water. It felt like touching rot. I closed my eyes and I sang. Not a loud scream. A soft, pouring melody. The same wordless lullaby my mother’s spirit knew. I poured my love for this place, my grief for its poisoning, my hope for its light, into the sound.