The sky may hide behind the gray,
but morning still will break the day.
The shadows stretch, yet cannot stay,
the light will always find its way.
A weary heart can learn to mend,
a broken road will turn, will bend.
And though the night feels without end,
the dawn arrives, a faithful friend.
The seeds we plant in darkest ground,
will rise where light and love are found.
What once was lost may still rebound,
in gentle whispers, hope resounds.
So walk with courage, step by step,
the past is not the weight you kept.
A brighter path has long been set,
the best is waiting, not here yet.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 4:43 AM UTC
The sky may hide behind the gray,
but morning still will break the day.
The shadows stretch, yet cannot stay,
the light will always find its way.
A weary heart can learn to mend,
a broken road will turn, will bend.
And though the night feels without end,
the dawn arrives, a faithful friend.
The seeds we plant in darkest ground,
will rise where light and love are found.
What once was lost may still rebound,
in gentle whispers, hope resounds.
So walk with courage, step by step,
the past is not the weight you kept.
A brighter path has long been set,
the best is waiting, not here yet.