- Paul Rondema
Lighter Days
Lighter Days
Underneath a full moon, with your eyes of blue,
You reach out with every tear that falls,
And I would hold you until this desert blooms
If you would hear me call.
The stars shine quietly as you confess
To wandering this wilderness.
The weight you’ve carried slowly descends
As you promise to make amends.
The sky is turning red as darkness fades
Into these lighter days.
It’s been years since I felt your touch
Or lost myself within your love.
—Paul Rondema