The Lake's Response

[intro] [Verse 1] The screen-glow pallor left upon my face. I trade the hum of pixels for this place. A bench of weathered wood, a lake of slate. The weight of heirloom pearls, my sole estate. A string that held the ghosts of yesterday… …just gives way. [Verse 2] A soft *patter-pat* on weathered stone. A liquid sigh, a deeply muffled tone. Each milky moon descends into the deep, Where ancient, tangled, muddy secrets sleep. My history, a slow and sinking light… …fades from sight. [Chorus] Do I dive into the murky, cold, and unknown? Clutch the past with hands turned blue as stone? Or do I turn, and with a trembling breath, Entrust my ghosts to what might be a stranger's death? This is the value. This is the cost. The moment that the line is crossed. [Verse 3] I see a figure walking on the path. A silhouette that could invite no wrath. But trust is just a thread, as fine as this. A different kind of fragile, deep abyss. To ask for help is just another leap… …into the deep. [Chorus] Do I dive into the murky, cold, and unknown? Clutch the past with hands turned blue as stone? Or do I turn, and with a trembling breath, Entrust my ghosts to what might be a stranger's death? This is the value. This is the cost. The moment that the line is crossed. [Bridge] The lake does not distinguish, truth be told. Between a pearl and a mere stone it holds. It swallows light and memory the same. And never, ever whispers back a name. What is more precious? What is the loss? The heirloom pearl, or the faith to let it cross? [Outro] I watch the final ripple disappear. The choice is made, the water's always clear. I stand up from the bench, and turn my back. I leave the pearls to the deep, and the black. And feel the weight I carried… break its tether. And I am lighter, in the cooling weather.