Around the corner, where the streetlights fade, There’s a quiet promise that the night has made. I hear the echo of a distant beat, Waking up the rhythm of the city street. Is it a turning point, a change in the air? A sudden answer to a silent prayer? The map is open but the ink is blurred, Waiting for a story that has not been heard. It might be a spark or a flicker of light, Breaking through the veil of the deepest night. A hand to hold or a door swung wide, With nothing left for us to fear or hide. So I take a breath and I make the turn, For all the lessons that I’ve yet to learn. The secret’s waiting in the morning dew, Just around the corner, something bright and new.
