I lived tortured by my past,
Desperately searching for answers in the future—
Yet all this time,
You found me before I could come for you.
I counted fading stars at the edge of dawn,
Waiting for the first light,
For the words that warmed my restless soul.
I was thinking of your warm smile
That chased away every shadow.
I felt the shallow breaths
Like the peace beneath a sycamore tree.
Now, with the melodies of morning birds,
The ghosts of yesterday no longer follow me.
I pledge my heart to a future
That is all about you.
