Beneath Quiet Light

For ten long years she kept the porch light burning

Running on empty, keeping everyone safe and warm

Always the anchor when the tide was

turning

Lost in the shadow of the quiet storm

But Tuesday evening

she held a camera in her hand And he showed her how

to frame the ordinary light In the quiet streets and the falling

rain Learning to see beyond the busy day and night And let

go of the burden and the pain Oh,

choosing your own joy

is not a selfish art

It's just the blooming of a long-neglected heart (ooh-ooh)

They walked through alleys where the wild vines grow Drinking cold coffee

on a bench in the park

He photographed the laughter

that she used to know And chased away the lingering dark

But the phone is ringing,

the old demands are back

But he showed her how

to frame the ordinary light In the quiet streets and the falling

rain Learning to see beyond the busy day and night And let

go of the burden and the pain Oh,

choosing your

own joy is not

a selfish art

It's just the blooming of a long-neglected heart (yeah)

And she stands at the crossroads of her life today

Knowing that her love will never fade away But a bird cannot

fly

with its wings tied tight She takes his hand and steps into

the golden light

Yes, she chose to frame her own beautiful light In the quiet

streets

and the falling rain

Walking forward now into her own bright night No longer carrying everyone's

pain

Oh, loving yourself is where the true grace starts There is room

enough for all of our hearts (ahhh)

Loving them still, but finally free

Seeing the world as it was meant to be In the lens,

the light, and you and me (hummmm)