Maybe all this pain was shaping
Not a prison, but a door
Maybe every silent breaking
Made my spirit able more
To be tender without hiding
To be open without fear
To receive the kind of beauty
That can only enter here
I have learned that love is patient
It does not arrive to blame
It does not demand perfection
Before it calls your name
It just waits beside your breathing
Till you finally understand
That the peace you were seeking
Can begin within your hands
So I gather all my fragments
Not as failures, but as art
And the song beyond the skyline
Starts to rewrite my heart
There’s a song at the edge of the sky
And it lifts me when I’m weary
It reminds me I can rise
There’s a song at the edge of the sky
Full of love that does not hurry
Full of healing, warm and bright
And I follow its quiet wonder
Till my heart begins to see
That the life I’m growing into
Is already calling me
Let maturity be softness
Let wisdom be a gentle flame
Let compassion be the language
By which I remember my name
Let the years not make me colder
Let the tears not close my eyes
Let the wounds become more spacious
Till forgiveness learns to rise
And if I am ever doubtful
If the road turns dim again
I will listen for that music
Past the thunder, past the pain
For the sky does not end in darkness
And the soul does not end in fear
There is always one more note of love
Still waiting to appear
