Maybe one day,
When the cold rain pours and washes away all the colour,
You’ll remember that morning we woke up in the city
everything somehow more vibrant than the day before.
And the sun came out just for us, I think.
I hope you realize there will be more colour.
Colour will come again.
Maybe one day,
When the universe makes you feel especially small,
You’ll remember those breezy summer nights
spent under the millions of scattered stars,
And holding someone meant your arms were the universe.
I hope you realize there will be more bliss.
Bliss will come again.
Maybe one day,
When you feel like crying because nothing seems easy anymore,
You’ll remember those years when nothing was ever hard
because we were an eternity.
And sleepless nights meant brighter eyes - we never smiled so big.
I hope you realize there will be more laughter.
Laughter will come again.
Maybe one day,
You’ll remember all those doubts you ever had,
And how I said to you,
“It’ll be okay.”
I hope you realize that one day,
It will be.