I’ve heard, my dear, that you aren’t okay.
I’ve heard you crying, I’ve heard you say:
“I give up, I tell you. I surrender my soul.”
But I promise you that one day, you will be whole.
Your wounds will heal, and scars will form.
These are what will prove you made it through the storm.
All I hope is that you’ll keep walking when the road gets rough,
And I pray along the way you will see that you are enough.
I know this world is dark, and your future looks gray,
But by tomorrow, it will all be okay.