Streetlights hum like distant prayers, We carry small, forbidden fears, Broken maps and borrowed time, Hands that tremble, hearts that climb. Through the silence of the night, We learn to stead our blinded sight.
When the sky folds down, and we lose our way, A whisper becomes louder than the fray.
It is during our darkest moments that we truly see the light, A single spark can break the shadows, turn the wrong to right. Hold on to the ember, let it burn against the night, It is during our darkest moments that we truly see the light.
Ashes scatter, stories told, Old regrets like winter’s cold, But from the gray a color wakes, A fragile strength within us stirs and takes. Every scar a secret song, Teaching us to carry on.
When the thunder roars and courage feels so slight, There's a drum beneath the fear that keeps the rhythm tight.
It is during our darkest moments that we truly see the light, A single spark can break the shadows, turn the wrong to right. Hold on to the ember, let it burn against the night, It is during our darkest moments that we truly see the light.
We are constellations stitched by pain, Worn-out maps but hearts remain. Step by step through doubt and flame, We find the words that lift our names. In the quiet after cries, Morning opens up our eyes.
It is during our darkest moments that we truly see the light, A single spark can break the shadows, turn the wrong to right. Hold on to the ember, let it burn against the night, It is during our darkest moments that we truly see the light.
So when the night returns again, Remember what the dark began: A chance to find, a chance to fight, It is during our darkest moments that we truly see the light.
Heathen_AJ
