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...

Through endless nights, she stood so still,
carrying burdens no one could see...

I never thought love would arrive this way,
not in the quiet, nor in the storm...

Not long after, the storm drew near,
shadows schemed behind my back...

She walked in, a quiet storm,
with dreams held gently in her hands...

The way I saw you yesterday it was beautiful;
I was waiting for you to come back...

Perhaps you dream of someone,
Somewhere, sometime, in the wind wishing that it...

Lonely nights shrouded by misery and fear,
Moon fades slowly as the stars disappear...