Midnight Stitch

[Verse 1]
The old oil lamp flickers, a shadow on the wall,
My hands find the needle, as ancient sorrows call.
Across the cracked wooden floor, the night grows still and deep,
While kindred whispers from the warp, secrets gently sleep.

[Chorus]
Oh, the quiet thread, it mends the tear,
Whispers grace against my fear.

[Verse 2]
A mother's worn thimble, passed down through the years,
Held fast through the storms, and through unspoken tears.
Like river stones smoothed, by waters ever flowing,
A patience takes root, in the seeds we are sowing.

[Chorus]
Oh, the quiet thread, it mends the tear,
Whispers grace against my fear.

[Bridge]
This fabric of ages, though torn and undone,
Will unfurl new patterns 'neath the rising sun.
With every careful knot, a testament we keep,
As promises woven, while our weary spirits sleep.

[Outro]
Mended soul, a quiet peace,
From threads of old, our strength increased.