Between the Fire and the Dawn

I said goodbye to towers built of sand (A)

And turned toward roads that time could still repair (B)

No longer chasing castles I had planned (A)

I learned that smaller dreams can breathe more air (B)

You left the nights that burned through every street (A)

The crowded rooms where shadows wore a smile (B)

Now winter flames and silence feel more sweet (A)

A softer world can heal the heart in time (B)

Two hearts can wander far and still remain,

Half full of sunlight, half in gentle rain.

Between the fire and the dawn we stay,

Holding the dark till it gives way.

Part of us broken, part of us strong,

Still we keep singing our unfinished song.

If love is late, then let it come slow,

Roots need the winter before they can grow.

Between the fire and the dawn we see,

What waits in time was meant to be.

I miss the hand that once had held my own (A)

Yet love the peace that greets an empty chair (B)

A king of rooms where I still walk alone (A)

But every silence says that none are there (B)

You wear two worlds like seasons in your chest (A)

One asks for wings, one asks for roots below (B)

But hearts divided often love the best (A)

They know what leaves and what decides to grow (B)

Two souls can lose their way and still belong,

The deepest scars can teach the sweetest song.

Between the fire and the dawn we stay,

Holding the dark till it gives way.

Part of us broken, part of us strong,

Still we keep singing our unfinished song.

If love is late, then let it come slow,

Roots need the winter before they can grow.

Between the fire and the dawn we see,

What waits in time was meant to be.

Male: I was thunder chasing every sky.

Female: I was waiting where the calm winds lie.

Male: Now I know the race was never home.

Female: Some hearts need years before they’re known.

Between the fire and the dawn we stay,

Holding the dark till it gives way.

Part of us broken, part of us strong,

Still we keep singing our unfinished song.

If love is late, then let it come slow,

Roots need the winter before they can grow.

Between the fire and the dawn we know,

The truest hearts arrive slow.