🎵Music🎵
Night folds like paper on your weary hands,
You smile like a photograph that's lost its light,
Rain on the window traces the map of plans,
I bring a lantern, I bring the quiet night,
I fold my coat around your shoulders slow and sure,
Hum the tune that somehow made the morning bright,
When the room feels crowded and your breath's unsure,
I'll be the steady in the dark, a small warm light.
When the colors blur and you forget the words,
When laughter sounds like something from a far-off song,
I'll lean close and steady, the trembling chords whisper the map back into where you belong,
I'll stay right by your side when all the colors fade to grey,
When pain keeps calling, I will whisper light into your day,
Even when you're hurting deep inside, you'll never be alone,
As love reaches past the tears, a lighthouse guiding home.
🎵Music🎵
You move through crowded mornings like a dream in someone else's room,
Steam on your coffee lifts like a memory undone,
I'll leave a note by the kettle, two lines to cut the gloom,
A worn out scarf that smells like summer and your favorite song,
Your hands find mine like rivers finding certain shore,
In every silent doorway, in every hurried street,
I'll be the promise you can trust, when nothing feels like more,
A slow returning laugh, a pulse beneath your feet,
If shadows press like questions at the edge of day,
If days feel heavy as a stone you cannot place,
I'll be the light you borrow, when your pockets have no way,
The soft returning harbor, where you find your grace,
I'll stay right by your side when all the colors fade to grey,
When pain keeps calling, I will whisper light into your day,
Even when you're hurting deep inside, you'll never be alone,
As love reaches past the tears, a lighthouse guiding home.
No more counting broken moments on the kitchen floor,
We'll tie them into paper boats and watch them steady sail,
I'll hold you like a harbor, steady at your core,
A map in my palm, your name, the seam that never fails,
When nights demand your silence and doubts begin to climb,
I'll press my ear against the quiet, translate your sighs to rhyme,
So stay, breathe, believe in this small stubborn light I own,
I'll stand through every winter till the green returns to stone,
Even when you're hurting deep inside, you'll never be alone,
As love goes beyond the hurt, it brings the lighthouse home,
Hold my lantern to the dark, let its warmth become our guide,
Beyond the silent tears, together, we will rise.
