As we sing
In the light...

In a mountain full of colors
Is a river full of fish...

In the end it wouldn’t even matter.
The memories will surely shatter...

If it will, then let it be—
let it bloom where the quiet hums...

To be known—
not as the world names me...

The past is written in love’s embrace,
each moment carved, each trial faced...

Let no second feel like borrowed time,
no heartbeat ever fade in vain...

When the weight of the world grows too heavy to...
when silence whispers of love worn thin...