They said,"If it's meant to be ..."
And I believed it ,not as a promise,
Bt as quiet understanding:
That love cannot be chased,
And fate is not a thing you beg for.

So stopped waiting.
I became the rescue,
The solace,
The steady.

And if it's meant to be,
Let if find me whole ,
Not waiting,
Bt living.

When the night feels cold and long,
And you don't feel brave or strong,
Hope is there,a little light,
Like stars that shine through the darkest night.

It hides in flowers,soft and small,
It comes when you have lost it all.
It doesn't shout or make a sound,
Bt helps you stand on shaky ground.

It hums in songs the birds still sing,
And waits inside the quiet spring.
It holds your hand when no one's near,
And softly says,"I'm still right here. "

It dreams of days that lie ahead,
Of smiles to come ,and tears you've shed.
So when you are tired,full of fear,
Just breathe and know hope is still there.

When the world turned it's face from mine ,she did not.
In quiet rooms where hope grew thin,she planted light.

Not with words,
bt with worn -out hands
That laboured past their breaking
To gather pieces of me
That I even had left behind.

She stood
Not loud ,but firm,
Whispering my name to God
When no one else remembered it.
She lit candles in her heart
And called that hope.

I saw her meets floors
More than her eyes met sleep
Heaven knows
What it means to be held
By a soul that bleeds but never breaks.

So when I speak of love,
Know that I mean her.
That woman who made home,
Out of scarcity,
And miracles
Out of me.