My heart feels torn and open tonight, So I whisper softly, “It’s alright… stay here.” The road ahead looks lost in fading light, But maybe the future’s only quiet ’Cause it’s waiting to appear. And when the walls start closing in on me, I breathe out slowly, “No, this isn’t the end.” Deep in the silence underneath the ache, A fragile strength is trembling, Trying softly to awaken. In the quiet dark, I close my eyes, And say, “You’re not alone tonight.” Even when the world grows still, It’s not to shut me out— It’s gently pointing me Toward a little light I hold inside. Step by step is enough… This is not the end. On nights I can’t escape or run away, I tell myself, “It’s fine to stand here for a while.” Stopping in the shadows Isn’t weakness—it’s a way To find my breath, to gather back my fire. And even if the weight pulls hard on me, I whisper, “Something new is being born.” Every tear and every silent fear Becomes the place Where courage starts to form. No rush, no noise— Just breathing with the morning light. I’m stepping toward a softer road, And somehow it feels right. I don’t need to run—just let the truth unfold. ’Cause I am slowly walking On a quiet road of hope.
