When shadows stretch across your path,
And storm clouds gather fast,
When hope feels like a distant dream,
Too fragile now to last,
Remember, in the darkest night,
A spark can break the gloom.
Even barren winters bow
To the gentle kiss of bloom.
The pain you feel, it has a name,
It weighs like heavy chains,
But even steel can bend or break
When touched by sun or rain.
The battles waged within your soul
May make you doubt the way,
But every night surrenders, too,
At the first sign of day.
The tears that fill your weary eyes
Are like a rising sea—
They’ll carve a canyon deep inside,
But leave a space for peace.
For every drop, a flower grows
Where bitterness once lay,
And though it takes a while to bloom,
The hurt will fade away.