[Intro]
Soft as a whisper, the morning is gray.
Small hands trace the silence, collecting a sigh.
[Verse 1]
I wake to the kettle’s slow, sleepy gleam,
And pretend the kettle sings us a dream.
The chair is a boat on a shy little sea,
And I am the captain who’s just learning to be.
[Chorus]
But my heart speaks softly, I hear it in rain,
Telling me, little one, you’re brave with your pain.
If I hold my own hand, the sky might forgive,
That sadness can bloom into a quiet, kind gift.
[Verse 2]
The hallways are long like a line of white bricks,
I measure my footsteps, I count all my ticks.
I miss a big voice that used to say, “be glad,”
But I keep a warm, small world in a pad.
[Chorus]
But my heart speaks softly, I hear it in rain,
Telling me, little one, you’re brave with your pain.
If I hold my own hand, the sky might forgive,
That sadness can bloom into a quiet, kind gift.
[Bridge]
Wind slips through the curtains, makes a gentle sigh,
I cradle my teddy, close my sleepy eyes.
If I name the tears, they learn to be kind,
Turning to stars that are patient and guiding.
[Chorus]
But my heart speaks softly, I hear it in rain,
Telling me, little one, you’re brave with your pain.
If I hold my own hand, the sky might forgive,
That sadness can bloom into a quiet, kind gift.
[Outro]
Tomorrow might bring a softer light and a more sure smile,
Till then I’ll dream small, but I’ll dream with a brave style.
