[Intro]
Snow taps the pane, a quiet glow inside.
[Verse]
Winter hush, I sit with the ache and breathe slow.
Tiny comforts rise, a warmer thought I keep close.
[Verse 2]
Outside is pale and far, but I ground myself here.
Inward strength grows softly, like embers near the fire.
[Chorus]
This ache is a compass guiding me to stay,
In the cold I find a patient, gentle way.
[Chorus]
This ache is a compass guiding me to stay,
In the cold I find a patient, gentle way.
[Outro]
Morning light arrives slow, and I rise with grace.
