[Verse 1] The night spills heavy, like ink on the ground, The trees stand bare, their whispers no sound. Light drips softly from the distant stars, Fragments of memory, reminding who we are. [Chorus] Oh, the dark is not the end, It’s a quiet hand, a place to mend. We light the fire, we hold it close, Through the cold, the light will return, we know. [Verse 2] Time stands still on this fragile line, Where day meets night, where shadows bind. The earth breathes quiet, the air so still, Waiting for the sun to crest the hill. [Chorus] Oh, the dark is not the end, It’s a quiet hand, a place to mend. We light the fire, we hold it close, Through the cold, the light will return, we know. [Bridge] Beneath the snow, the seeds still sleep, Dreaming of warmth, where roots run deep. The stars above, their ancient glow, Guide us forward, through the shadow. [Chorus] Oh, the dark is not the end, It’s a quiet hand, a place to mend. We light the fire, we hold it close, Through the cold, the light will return, we know. [Outro] Light will return, like a flame reborn, Through winter’s breath, into the dawn. Light will return, through the endless cold, A promise whispered, a story retold.