Some evenings swallow the path until it’s gone
and you wonder if courage was something you only borrowed at dawn
You wish for a skip button to erase the trembling inside
but truth never grows where fear tries to hide
No rewind restores the voices that left too soon
no fast-forward reveals a gentler moon
Yet in the stillness between lost and allowed
light slowly learns your name—from now
You are shaped by storms you never chose
but also by every tenderness that silently grows
And when the world feels too heavy to carry somehow
remember: you’re held by the strength of now