Beneath the Quiet Sky

The night is calm, the world so still,

The heart beats soft, yet bends to will.

In shadows deep, the spirit tries,

To find the truth where silence lies.

We chase the noise, we seek the flame,

Yet often lose in life’s cruel game.

But when we pause, the soul will show,

The seeds of strength we long to grow.

It ties us close, it pulls us near,

It breaks the walls we build from fear.

A woven bond, both frail and tight,

It guards the heart through darkest night.

A fragile glass, it must not fall,

It lifts us high, it holds us all.

When built with care, it stands so tall,

A bridge of hope that heals the wall.

Through storms we walk, through fire we bend,

But every wound will one day mend.

The soul that breaks will learn to grow,

Like rivers strong that freely flow.

And when the night begins to fade,

A golden path of light is laid.

The heart will sing, the soul will rise,

Beneath the calm of endless skies.

So hold the flame when darkness calls,

And trust the hand that lifts through falls.

For even pain will pass one day,

And love will guide the broken way.

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