RESILIENCE

In the silence of my room, I ponder and sway, Every dream I dare to weave, just withers in gray. Everything I touch, it seems, fades into the fray, Is there something in my soul, making them all stray? Is my touch a curse that turns the bright to decay? Is my heart a storm, where no calm can ever stay? I reach out in the night, but the stars all betray, Is my life a mess, where hope can't find its way? Every laugh that echoes close, slips into the void, Every bond I try to forge, time has soon destroyed. Is my soul already rotten, love cannot be employed? Is my spirit just a vessel, emptily alloyed? Is my touch a curse that turns the bright to decay? Is my heart a storm, where no calm can ever stay? I reach out in the night, but the stars all betray, Is my life a mess, where hope can't find its way? But in the mirror of the night, I see a faint glow, A whisper that life's more than the sorrows we know. Maybe it's not the end, just a moment to grow, A chance to find the light, in the darkness below. So I'll hold on to the threads, of the dreams that I weave, And I'll search for the warmth, in the cold I perceive. For maybe it's not death, but a reason to believe, That in the canvas of life, we choose what to achieve. So I'll hold on to the threads, of the dreams that I weave, And I'll search for the warmth, in the cold I perceive. For maybe it's not death, but a reason to believe, That in the canvas of life, we choose what to achieve.