Faded Sunday Letters

Under the copper sky,

we watched the daylight fade

Your hand was cold in mine,

but we were not afraid

You spoke of quiet grace,

and things we couldn't see

A simple sacred space,

just you and me

And you said the words that stayed

A quiet vow

we

made

An anchor in the deep

A promise we could keep

(oh, my love)

We found a hidden path where older spirits tread

No need to trace the map or speak of what lay ahead

You pointed to the stars,

a map of ancient light

Healing all our scars in the quiet of the night

And you said the words that stayed

A quiet vow

we made

An anchor in the deep

A promise we could keep

(we could keep)

Just a memory

now...

(a quiet vow)