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Everything you hold so close might slip away one day

Everything you hold so close might slip away one day,
Leaving shadows in the dark and words you couldn't say.
The seasons turn, the colors fade, the world keeps moving on,
And you are left to wonder where the beautiful has gone.

But don't you drown in tears tonight thinking this is the end,
The winter has to drop its leaves for spring to come again.
An empty space is not a void where nothing else can grow,
It’s just a quiet clearing for a brand new love to show.

Life won't leave you stranded in the middle of the rain,
It knows the heavy pattern of your sorrow and your pain.
To heal the broken pieces that the old days left behind,
A beautiful tomorrow is already being aligned.

Let it go, let it flow, nothing stays the same,
Every loss is a doorway to a brand new page.
To fill the empty spaces of the heart you used to hide,
Life will always bring a new love to your side.

If you keep your eyes fixed on the ghost of yesterday,
You’ll miss the gentle sunrise that is headed your way.
Time will wrap its arms around the scars you carry deep,
And wake up all the promises you thought were fast asleep.
So look up at the horizon with hope inside your eyes,
There's a beautiful beginning waiting in disguise.

Like the dawn that breaks the night,
Like the dark that turns to light,
No empty space will last too long,
A new melody will become your song.

A brand new love... a brand new light...
Life's gonna make you smile again,
It's gonna make it right...

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