I have to remind myself,
In the quiet of the night,
That every ounce of love I gave
Was always, always right.
My heart is pure,
And my love is true,
In every tear, in every smile,
It all belongs to you.
But when the doubts creep in,
And shadows start to grow,
I see the signs in synchronicity,
In verses that I know.
The spirits whisper softly,
In words that calm the storm,
"Be patient, trust the journey,
In time, love will transform."
So I hold my head up high,
And let the doubts drift free,
For I am worthy of the love I give,
And it was all meant to be.
