Light We Carry Home

Morning breaks through the dust on the glass;

I can see every mile that we let pass;

Quiet rooms where our names used to stay;

Now the light finds the cracks and moves away;

I was young when the world felt endless and near;

Now I hear every echo I held dear;

Still the rain on the roof;

Sounds like grace;

And I learned how to meet it face to face;

All the pieces I thought I had lost;

Turn to colors in the wake of the frost;

Even sorrow, it bends when it knows;

There is more than the hurt that it shows;

We are light, we carry hope;

Faith in change and never alone;

Through the ache and the afterglow;

We keep something tender in our bones;

And then the night comes close again;

We will rise like the morning rain;

Grateful for the love they knew;

Bittersweet, but it brought me through;

Every face in the crowd had a story to tell;

Every goodbye left a ring like a bell;

I have stood at the edge of enough;

With a heart made of thread and a will made of dust;

But your voice was a spark in the dark;

A small steady flame in the back of my heart;

And a road though it bends;

Still leads me to all that the daylight makes;

All the pieces I thought I had lost;

Turn to colors in the wake of the frost;

Even sorrow, it bends when it knows;

There is more than the hurt that it shows;

We are the light;

Carry on fading, changing, never alone, alone;

Through the ache and the afterglow;

We keep something tender in our bones;

And wait when the night comes close again;

We will arise like the morning rain;

Grateful for the love he knew;

Bittersweet, but it brought me through;

So let it fall;

Let it fall, let it fall;

What was heavy can now hold us all;

I can hear the strings lifting the air;

Like a prayer made of bruises and care;

We were never made to stay the same;

Only Lord, I answer our name;

We are the light;

Carry on;

Pain ain′t changing yet;

Girl, alone on;

Through the ache and the afterglow;

We keep something tender in our bones;

And when the night comes close again;

We will rise like the morning rain;

Pray, pray, pray for;

For the love he knew;

Bittersweet, but it brought him through;

Hold the air but like a;

In the quiet, let it show;

We carry on;