

You carry the weight
of a quiet room
Clearing the thorns
before they can bloom
I wake up to a road
so smooth and clear
Never asking
how the stones disappeared
It's a heavy grace you wear so well
A silent story you never tell
But I am waking up to the cost
Of every little thing I almost lost
This is my Sankalpa,
my solemn vow
To see your hands,
to hold you now
No more invisible lines in the dark I'll be the flame to
your quiet spark
Let my actions speak what my words could not say
I am learning
to love you
a brand new way
You mended the fabric
while I was asleep
Sowing the joy
that I get to keep
It's a heavy kind of labor,
hard and deep
With promises that you secretly keep
No more taking the peace for granted
No more ignoring the seeds you planted I will stand beside you
in the open sun Show you the work that you've always done
My Sankalpa... to see you now
Every single day, this is my vow