Thinking Out Loud

Crying in silence, and thinking out loud.

Hoping the light will break through the clouds.

I’m tired of the pain that lingers inside,

It's time to wipe the tears that I’ve cried.

The nights grow colder, the dark stretches long,

But through the ache, I’m becoming strong.

Because what didn’t kill me taught how me to survive,

And now I’m ready to be alive.

In life’s grand tapestry, hope threads its way,

I can feel God’s presence each time that I pray.

Through courage born in depths of pain,

My spirit learns to rise again.

For every storm brings forth new light,

Like dawn emerges from the night.