Promises upon the stars,
I'd try to let the rain soak my skin,
Maybe greet the leaves on the ground,
The flowers on the trees alike,
Each breath of air for new life,
Maybe notice the sun on my palms,
Smile at the moon before it gets dark,
Let the memories of the past slowly fade.
Hold hands with warm laughing strangers,
Open my heart even if it hurts,
Maybe that's the key to the room of Pain,
Treat it like a friend who wrote lost letters,
Open them each to let the words burn,
As pain looks upon me and smiles.
I embrace it as it turns into the westward wind,
Maybe this wind is all our pains together,
Comforting and holding each other,
As it blows away it lifts me up,
It says there's still some work to be done.
Read every verse of the letters you hid,
A lifetime it might take to open all doors,
Some filled with pain and some with joy,
You will only know if you let love in.
