Elias walked back into his house, leaving the heaviness on the porch. He realized that the dawn always comes, but sometimes, you have to sing through the night to see it.
That night, the house felt too small for his grief. He picked up his guitar—an old friend with worn frets—and stepped out into the yard. Elias walked back into his house, leaving the
"Quero crer em um novo amanhecer..." (I want to believe in a new dawn...) Elias walked back into his house