and your heart becomes too tired,
remember there is still a light
waiting beyond the fire.
Not every season blooms,
not every sky stays blue.
Even the strongest trees
lose leaves before they grow anew.
You have lost, you have worried,
you have cried more than I know,
but inside your heart still lives
a strength that continues to grow.
So take my hand, my friend,
on the days you cannot see.
I will remind you of your worth
until you remember it yourself.
Because you are not the storms,
you are not the pain you've known.
You are a soul still healing,
still finding your way home.
