Your past is dark – like a flower at midnight.
But the moon will shine.
And at the height
Of the darkness: you’ll find a lifeline.
The truth is all things come to an end.
Even good things, even hard things,
Even the old and the trend.
Yes, the truth is, your heartstrings
Will be pulled: but never torn.
Like a forest in the middle of spring,
Something beautiful will be born.
The darkness will flee when you bring
Because the truth is: a flower at midnight
Casts a shadow.
And that shadow cannot exist without a light.