Through thick and thin — not just the high and low. We balance different point of view, ask the quiet “why?” and "why not."
We didn’t expect it’d be smooth,Didn’t say we’d never bend.
But when the road got rough and long,
We didn’t stop — we stayed to tend.
Through thick and thin — not just the light,
But the long nights,
the quiet sign.
Not just the joy,
but the weight you hold up,
And the way you perceive when it’s hard to clarify.
You didn’t leave —
you didn’t fold.
You stayed tuned,
and that’s more than enough.
It’s not the grand words,
not the big grand plan —
It’s the diverse viewpoints,
when the world constantly changes .
It’s the voice that says,
“I’m still right here,”
When the seasonal shift has happened,
across the landscape.
Through thick and thin —
not just the high and low.
we balance different point of view
ask the quiet “why?” and "why not."
You didn’t run, you didn’t hide —
You stood beside truth, side by side.
So if you’ve loved like that —
or been loved that way —
You know it’s not the storm that matters.
It’s who’s still holding up to value and affection,
when the sky goes gray.

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