There’s silence before a storm,
and there’s silence before a dawn.
Shadows are still reigning,
but the promise of light’s on the run.
I made it through the night
because I knew day would come –
All that was distortion,
put right by the triumphant sun.
Here’s a promise for your shadows:
One day midnight will succumb.
There’s nothing night can do,
but hope he can outrun the sun.
Look up from obscured lands –
see the glow lining the horizon.
Hear reverent silence fall,
then celebratory procession.
You made it through the night
because you knew day would come
and every darkness banished
by the power of a risen Sun.
Hope in the Ashes 