it's not the end

The skies run heavy like a storm. My feet are tired, but not alone. I hear a whisper in the trees, A promise carried on The breeze. The shadows stretch, but never stay. The darkest hour gives birth to day. A river runs beneath the ground, Even when it makes no sound. It's not the end, it's not the fight. There's a glow beyond the night. Tomorrow's light will find its way Through the cracks of yesterday. Hold on tight. The dawn will show The seeds you hoped and know.