In the quiet of a sleepless night,
A shadow whispers close behind,
Every breath feels like a climb,
A heavy heart, a troubled mind.
Eyes that see the cracks in daylight,
Searching for a sign, a guiding light,
Through the fog, it's hard to find,
The strength to keep on, one more time.
But there's a spark in the distance,
A flicker in the haze,
A voice that softly whispers,
"Keep moving through the maze."
And though the road is winding,
And every step's a test,
There's a hand that reaches for you,
When you feel you've done your best.
The weight of silence presses down,
A heavy cloak that wraps around,
Every step a sinking stone,
In a river far from home.
But somewhere in the swirling deep,
A song begins, a rhythm keeps,
A beat that drums within your chest,
A whisper says, "I'll do the rest."
In the shadows, there's a garden,
Where broken wings learn to fly,
Where every tear waters the roses,
And every fall lifts you high.
And there's a spark in the distance,
A flicker in the haze,
A voice that softly whispers,
"Keep moving through the maze."
And though the road is winding,
And every step's a test,
There's a hand that reaches for you,
When you feel you've done your best.
So hold on to the whisper,
When the darkness feels so near,
For in the quiet, there's a promise,
That morning will appear.