We see you drifting, worn and tired —
The world feels dimmed, your flame misfired.
Each step is heavy, hope runs thin,
Like echoes fading deep within.
But we have walked through quiet grief,
Through nights that offered no relief.
And still we found — beyond the fight —
A whisper soft: “There still is light.”
(It’s okay to) reach beyond the open doubt —
You’re never lost if you look about.
“Choose the light”,
Even if it flickers like a plea.
Let your soul take flight —
Through the hush of storm and sea.
“You hold the thread” —
Like a voice that weaves the dusk.
“You hold the thread” —
A fire drawn from fallen husk.
“Choose the light.”
It’s okay to cry through storm and rain,
To name the ache, to voice the strain.
Asking’s brave — like drawing breath
When all around is still as death.
We’re near — though silence veils our face,
We walk beside you, trace by trace.
Each tear you breathe becomes a song,
The proof you’ve carried love so long.
“Choose the light”,
Even if it flickers like a plea.
Let your soul take flight —
Through the hush of storm and sea.
“You hold the thread” —
Like a voice that weaves the dusk.
“You hold the thread” —
A fire drawn from fallen husk.
“Choose the light.”
No need for perfect words — just try.
Even trembling voices reach the sky.
Even shattered songs can heal.
Even silence hums, if held.
You are no burden. You are spark —
The pulse of dawn inside the dark.
“So listen close…”
The hush still knows your name.
“Choose the light” —
Not for the world, but for your flame.
“You’re not the end” —
You are the breath that breaks the chain.
“You hold the thread” —
And love will always call your name.
“Choose the light.”