Light Comes Through

There were days I didn’t see a way,

Nights I prayed the pain would fade.

I wore a mask that cracked in time,

Spoke in silence, smiled in mime.

But somehow through the broken days,

Through the echoes and the haze,

A flicker grew where darkness stood—

A tiny flame that whispered, “You’re good.”

And now the light comes through,

In colors I never knew.

It’s not always bright, not always loud,

But it’s breakin’ through the clouds.

I still stumble, I still cry,

But I’ve learned how to reach the sky.

Every shadow taught me truth—

That even in the dark…

The light comes through.

It’s in the voices that didn’t leave,

In the breath I fought to breathe.

In the mirror I used to fear,

Now seein’ someone still standin’ here.

It’s in the song that got me by,

In the tears I didn’t have to hide.

And every scar I used to hate

Now shines with hope I celebrate.

Yeah, the light comes through,

Even when it’s faint and blue.

Even when it flickers small,

It still rises after all.

I’m not fixed, but I’ve grown,

And I’m not facin’ this alone.

Every storm I walked into

Brought me here…

Where light comes through.

To the version of me that almost gave in—

You didn’t.

And now the sunrise feels like a win.

Let the light come through,

Shinin’ bold and breakin’ through.

Not the end, but a brand new page,

Walkin’ forward from the cage.

I’ve got strength I never knew,

Built from all that I went through.

This is proof that pain can bloom—

And light…

Yes, light comes through.

Even in the dark…

Even in the quiet…

The light… comes through.