Light in the Echo

I kept your photograph inside the rain;

Folded in the corners of my brain;

Every little loss became a song;

But the quiet taught me how to carry on;

Through the grave I felt you near;

In every brain, in every tear;

What I lost still lit the night;

A fragile spark, a steady light;

And I'm grateful;

For the aching bay;

For the storms that shaped the shade;

If I had to walk through all of it again;

I'd still find you in the end;

We were never meant to stay;

But you gave me back my name;

Now I rise inside the echo;

And I let the sorrow go;

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh;

Morning came like silver on the floor;

Soft and slow then slipping through the door;

I learned the scars were not the end;

Just the places where the light got in;

Through the break I felt you near;

In every break, in every tear;

What I lost still lived to know;

A fragile spark, a steady light;

And I'm grateful for the aching pain;

For the storms that shaped the shade;

If I had to walk through all of it again;

I'd still find you in the air;

Never meant to stay;

But you gave me back my name;

Now I rise inside the echo;

And I let the sorrow go;

Let the strings lift up the wounded heart;

Let the darkness learn we're not apart;

Every ending leaves a gentle trace;

Every fall becomes a place;

Where new roots hold the ground;

Where my voice comes back around;

And I'm grateful for the ache it makes;

For the storms that shake the shade;

If I had to walk through all of it again;

I'd still find you in the same empty world;

Never meant to say what you gave me;

That my name now lies inside the echo;

And I let the sorrow go;

For I carry the love and the loss;

Like a candle burning through the frost;

It is sweet;

But I am free;