There’s a peace in building,
brick by tender brick,
where silence speaks
of strength becoming thick.
Nails in the frame of who I am today
held by lessons pain once tried to take away.

There’s a peace in growth,
in watching time unfold,
in trading fear for fire,
and rust for threads of gold.
Each step a prayer, each fall a truth,
becoming someone worthy of my youth.

There’s a peace in security,
in knowing where I stand
in calling my name
with my own steady hand.

But nothing
not the peace of purpose,
nor the calm of flight,
not even the comfort
of sleeping through the night
ever beat loving you.