Time will not erase the ache, But it will teach the heart to wake. And every fall you’ve had to take Is just the sound of change. Carrying years within your eyes, Still chasing fading skies. Let the quiet take your pain, Like soft and healing rain— Even broken wings still know the way, Through the storm, through the grey. Rest now, oh tired heart, You’ve already come so far. All the lights once thought long gone Still burn to guide you on. Tired eyes now see the dawn, Where the fading skies are gone. Let the quiet take your pain, Like soft and healing rain— Even broken wings still know the way, Through the night, through the fray.
