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Light Behind the Gray
On a frozen lake, I learned to stand,
Afraid each step might break the land;
Yet something in me kept moving,
Keeping time with my beating heart.
Beneath the endless midnight sun,
Where doubt and courage meet,
Like an old friend’s voice I almost knew,
Patient, steady, and quietly true.
And every shadow I’ve carried
Was never as hollow as it seemed;
There’s always light behind the gray,
A promise breaking through the haze.
