More Light Than Shadows

(cheerful, female vocal) They talk in circles, trading pretty stories, Selling us comfort wrapped in silver strings. “Trust every promise, faith will do the rest,” they say, But life is bigger than the songs they sing. The road is crooked, full of little heartaches, Still, in the cracks I see the colors start. For every tear that ever kissed my pillow, There’s twice as many smiles inside my heart. Storms will come and clouds will gather, News will scream that hope is gone. But somewhere in the noise and thunder, Morning keeps on shining on. There is more light than shadows in this world, I know, More loving hands than those that let us go. Even when fear is loud and night feels long, There’s a brighter side that’s quietly staying strong. They draw the future black on every headline, Whisper of endings in a worried tone. But kindness moves like sunlight through the city, Finding every window, every stone. For every voice that’s preaching only darkness, Ten gentle voices hum a softer song. The balance isn’t fifty-fifty, darling – The golden side is just a little stronger all along. Yes, the sky can fill with cinders, Yes, the world can lose its way. Still a single candle in the distance Teaches all the smoke to fade. There is more light than shadows in this world, I know, More loving hands than those that let us go. Even when fear is loud and night feels long, There’s a brighter side that’s quietly staying strong. Twilight argues with the sunrise, Black and white collide above. But if the dark could truly tie the score, We’d never learn the courage to love. Every little step we take in laughter, Every tiny act of grace, Pushes all the heavy colors backward, Spins the earth in a brighter place. There is more light than shadows in this world, I know, More open hearts than those that close the door. Even when doubts are dancing in my mind, Hope still paints a gentle border on the sky. There is more light than shadows, that’s why we still dream, More fields in bloom than deserts in between. And as long as one small spark refuses to hide, There will always be a little more light than night.