The sky is draped in shades of gray,
A hush hangs softly, night and day,
The whispers of the wind take flight,
As raindrops dance in the fading light.
In the heart of storms, we find our way,
With dreams like rivers, they won’t sway,
Through the thunder’s roar, a melody,
In the harmony of you and me.
Hope is born when the skies are torn,
Like petals lifted, fresh and worn,
The dawn will break, and the colors bloom,
Chasing shadows from the gloom.
Though the rain may fall and the night be long,
Each drop a note in our timeless song,
Through every tear, we will grow strong,
Hand in hand, where we belong.
So lift your eyes to the silver lined,
In every struggle, a strength combined,
With laughter echoing through the trees,
We’ll weave our dreams on the gentle breeze.
So let the clouds roll in and out,
Let the rain wash away our doubt,
In this tapestry of life we weave,
In the hope of love, it’s dreamers we believe.
When the sun breaks through, we’ll stand together,
In fields of gold, we’ll find our treasure,
In the calm that follows, we’ll be found,
In the shadow of the clouds, our love’s unbound.
Folk
clouds, rain, harmony, dreams, hope