The Soul Still Sings

The night's still leaning on my door. Like every night that came before. Your shadow dances in the flame. And every silence knows your name. These tired hands still hold this guitar. Chasing pieces Of who we were. Time can weather flesh and bone. But some hearts never sing alone. The soul still sings when the heart is crying. When every dream has said goodbye. It finds a light where hope grows thin. And teaches broken hearts again. Though love has left its deepest scars. It can't erase who we really are. When every other voice grows still. The soul still sings. The rain has washed these streets for years. But never washed away these tears. Every melody I write tonight. Still carries your forgotten light. I found a little peace somehow. By loving what I can't hold Now, baby. Pain was never meant to stay. Only to guide us on our way. Every ending leaves a spark. A quiet song inside the dark. The soul still sings beyond the pain. Like flowers blooming after rain. Though yesterday's out of reach. Love still lives in every beat. When my final song is through. This last note will belong to you. Long after these old hands grow still. The soul Still sings.