In quiet rooms, where echoes ring,
My family grown, a wondrous thing.
As children grow,
It's strange, you know.
White space is found, a strange new thing.
White space comes when something's gone,
The hands of time, they just move on.
In quiet moments, I'll use this time,
In restless freedom, my path I'll find.
The years we spent, the roles we played,
Our dreams on hold, our hearts delayed.
For love, for duty,
For fleeting beauty,
Now quiet rooms, our debts are paid.
White space comes when something's gone,
The hands of time, they just move on.
In quiet moments, I'll use this time,
In restless freedom, my path I'll find.
So here I stand, this chapter's through,
With time to dream, and start anew.
To find the fire,
To lift me higher,
And chase the dawn with skies so blue.
In this space, our souls must seek,
What drives us on, what makes us speak,
Beyond the roles,
Beyond the tolls,
To bold pursuits, no longer meek.
White space comes when something's gone,
The hands of time, they just move on.
In quiet moments, I'll use this time,
In restless freedom, my path I'll find.
In this white space, I plant the seeds,
Of dreams restored, my simple needs.
In this space,
I now find grace,
Will take the path where my heart leads.