My sorrow

In the shadow of my sorrow,

Where the echoes never cease,

I wander through this silence,

Searching for a piece of peace.

But I'll dance the jig at the market,

Let the burdens fall away,

Turning pain into rhythm,

Find a light amid the gray.

Footsteps heavy with regret,

Faces blurred in distant tears,

Amid the vibrant stalls and laughter,

I’m haunted by my fears.

So I'll dance the jig at the market,

Let the burdens fall away,

Turning pain into rhythm,

Find a light amid the gray.

But as the music swells and rises,

I catch a glimpse of what could be,

A fleeting glimpse of hope and healing,

Can I rewrite this story?

(Tap, tap, tap, slow it down...)

Step by step through the pain,

Feel the heart, let it refrain.

So here I stand, my heart in pieces,

With every beat, I find my way,

In the market's light, I’ll keep on dancing,

Finding strength in each new day