Suffering Needfully

The road was carved in silence Where broken footsteps fall Lessons linger quietly Etched upon the wall mmmm mmmm mmmm The heart learns through the trembling Through storms that never speak Through moments when the spirit Is humbled, small, and weak We grow inside the fractures In nights that never end Where sorrow shapes our vision And makes a stranger friend Chorus I’m sorry I can’t feel your pain I’ve never paid for that agony I’ve never walked that burning road Or carried that kind of history Imagining won’t bridge the gap No secondhand memory I only know what I have lived And what my scars have taught to me There’s wisdom in the shattering A price we never choose A currency of suffering In every wound we bruise mmm mmm mmm Empathy is born in fire In tears we couldn’t hide In moments where we lost ourselves And something changed inside We learn to see more gently To listen without pride When we’ve been pulled through darkness And reached the other side Chorus I’m sorry I can’t feel your pain I’ve never paid for that agony I’ve never walked that burning road Or carried that kind of history Imagining won’t bridge the gap No secondhand memory I only know what I have lived And what my scars have taught to me Still, I’ll sit beside your silence I won’t pretend I know But I’ll honor every shadow That shaped the way you grow ... . .. .. ..... For suffering speaks many tongues And some aren’t meant for me Yet walking near your burden Is its own kind of empathy Chorus (final) I’m sorry I can’t feel your pain I’ve never paid for that agony I’ve never walked that burning road Or carried that kind of history Imagining won’t bridge the gap No secondhand memory But I will stand here by your side With what my scars have made of me mmmm mmmm mmmm