Oh... the Highs and Lows

January crept in with a hush in the trees,
Frost on the window, a whispering breeze.
Hope was a candle with a flame far from bold
Wick barely burning, surviving the cold.

With Spring came a promise, a bloom in the rain
Warmth returned like a familiar refrain.
Then thunderclouds gathered to darken the sky
We scurried in raincoats and longed for July

Chorus
Oh the highs and the lows
Like the tide on the shore
We danced with our demons,
As they took to the floor.
But each time we stumbled,
We found somewhere to lean
Faith held us steady
Holding on to our dreams

Summer was golden, 'though sudden and wild
A letter, a loss, a time of few smiles
But strangers moved closer, and music was made
On porches we sang, on guitars we played

We mended the year with the sound of a song,
Mended the parts of a journey gone wrong.
In darkness and shadows, we learned to survive
Hey you scoundrel! Look at us we're alive

Chorus
Oh the highs and the lows
Like the tide on the shore
We danced with our demons,
As they took to the floor.
But each time we stumbled,
We found somewhere to lean
Faith held us steady
Holding on to our dreams

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