My darkest day has not come.
time
I am blessed to have felt
your light. It burns bright.
Life, before my eyes,
has been washing away.
Piece by piece,
I have put myself
together: a mosaic
All days grow dark.
My darkest day has not come.
I am blessed to have felt
your light. It burns bright.
Life, before my eyes,
has been washing away.
Piece by piece,
I have put myself
together: a mosaic
All days grow dark.
