Tired Hearts Still Rise

We've walked through storms that never seemed to end. Felt the weight

of the world pressing down again and again. Broken promises, long nights filled

with tears. Carried the silence of all our hidden fears. But even when

the night feels endless and cold, even when the stories we told start to grow

old, something inside refuses to say goodbye. A quiet spark that makes tired

hearts still rise. We've stumbled, we've fallen, we've lost our way.

Held on to hope in the moments it seemed to stray.

Every bruise, every scar, every painful goodbye taught us to look for light