Lyric

Darkness used to call

With a face made of rain

This heart kept turning

For a glance in the black

Final storm still lives here

In the taste of the air

Sharp as broken glass

Yet it taught something true

Now the chest stands still

Listening inward

A slow new rhythm

Takes the floor

No more chasing shadows

No more asking the night

For a map back home

Morning comes gently

And this heart answers

Not as a wound

More like a door

The old storm passed through

Left the sky open

No tragedy here

Just a long, hard bloom

The memory still flashes

Like rain on stone

But grief is not the whole

Of what was lived

Every ache had a color

Every silence a shape

And the hands that let go

Still know how to lift

Now the chest stands still

Listening inward

A slow new rhythm

Takes the floor

No more chasing shadows

No more asking the night

For a map back home

This dawn has a heartbeat

Different from before

Less like repair

More like becoming

Let the last storm rest

Where it fell apart

The path ahead

Knows this new name

There was fire in the ending

And frost in the glass

Still, nothing sacred

Was truly lost

What burned made space

What broke made room

For a quieter kind

Of living aloud

Morning comes gently

And this heart answers

Not as a wound

More like a door

The old storm passed through

Left the sky open

No tragedy here

Just a long, hard bloom