I saw the shadow of who I used to be.
Worn and tired, hands calloused, skin tarnished by the sun.
Welcoming the storm, the water, the coolness in the air.
The sun will rise, a day new with promise, a gift given to all who will begin again.
I saw the shadow of who I used to be.
Worn and tired, hands calloused, skin tarnished by the sun.
Welcoming the storm, the water, the coolness in the air.
The sun will rise, a day new with promise, a gift given to all who will begin again.