[Dedication – spoken, quiet, sincere] To Amanda Crawford… thank you for the cost you paid so I could finally see… --- [Intro – soft piano, breath] I didn’t see the tear at first… I thought the web was whole… --- [Verse 1 – fragile honesty] I was tracing threads of healing thinking I was doing right patching wounds I understood learning how to hold the light But there was something I avoided something quiet, something torn a fragile line between our hearts left fraying… left worn --- [Pre-Chorus – realization] And I missed the weight it carried… I missed the tears it held… --- [Chorus – soft, sorrowful] There was a place our web was breaking and I didn’t even know while you were holding all the damage trying not to let it show Every drop you cried in silence fell into the threads we made and I was learning how to see… because of the price you paid --- [Verse 2 – deeper accountability] I was caught inside my thinking lost inside my own repair trying to become something better but forgetting you were there You were speaking through your actions through the space between the words and I was deaf to what was breaking even though I felt it stir --- [Pre-Chorus – quiet pain] You were asking me to notice… not to fix… just to be there… --- [Chorus – stronger emotion] There was a place our web was breaking and I helped it come undone not through anger, not through absence but by missing what you’d shown Every tear you tried to hide from me still found its way to truth and I finally saw the damage… through the eight eyes you gave me to use --- [Bridge – stripped, intimate confession] I was the villain in your story while I thought I was healing mine and I hate that it took your hurting just to open up my eyes But I see it now… I feel it now… and I won’t look away again… --- [Final Chorus – mending, warmth rising] Now I’m here where the web was torn and I’m holding every strand not with words, but with intention with a steady, open hand Every thread I mend between us carries truth I didn’t know and I’ll spend my life repairing what I almost let go --- [Outro – soft, devoted] I’ll keep weaving… not alone… but with you… for as long as this web is home…
