Sometimes in life, the colors fade,
Joy and sorrow in quiet parade.
Moments of laughter, moments of pain,
Sunshine hides, and skies grow plain.

The heavens darken, the light seems gone,
Hope feels distant, life were hung

All hope seems lost, it drifts astray.
Your heart may whisper, “No dawn will rise,”
Yet morning waits beyond the skies.

Raindrops fall like tears you weep,
Storms surround, their shadows deep.
Floods of trials may drown your ground,
Problems circle, fears abound.

But every storm must lose its might,
No endless rain, no endless night.
The clouds will break, the winds will rest,
And peace will cradle a weary chest.

So hold on tight, though the night is long,
The soul is stronger, the heart is strong.
Tomorrow’s sun will pierce the gray,
And brighter paths will light your way.

For pain is fleeting, though sharp it seems,
It fades like shadows in morning beams.
Colors return, the sky will sing,
And hope will bloom in everything.

So trust the turning of the skies,
Through loss and tears, new strength will rise.
Life’s palette shifts, but shades renew,
And brighter days will shine for you.