Midnight Crab

(Verse 1) He walks the quiet streets at dawn, A whispered ghost the world leans on. You feel the warmth before he speaks— He smells of innocence and dreams, Like summer rain on wounded skin. He greets the stray dogs by their names, And keeps a laurel leaf tucked in His pocket like a secret flame. (Pre-Chorus) And though abandoned by the hands He once held close, he still will stand— He does what's right for nothing owed, Just because it’s all he knows. (Chorus) Oh, can’t you see? He’s a lotus blooming in a river made of grief. A pearl beneath the crushing sea. A gentle tide that never turns to cruelty. He crawls through shadows like a quiet midnight crab, Still carrying the ones who never carried him back. Why can’t he see The light he spills in every room he breathes? (Verse 2) He lingers like a lantern’s glow In every place he walks alone. But he thinks he’s small, invisible— A fading voice, forgettable. They used him ‘til he bent in half, They dimmed him ‘til he almost cracked, And in the dark he heard the call Of thoughts he feared, but didn’t fall. (Pre-Chorus) For even when his hope ran thin, He chose to rise, to breathe again. While life remains, he still believes In second chances, tender things. (Chorus) Oh, can’t you see? He’s a lotus blooming in a river made of grief. A pearl beneath the crushing sea. A gentle tide that never turns to cruelty. He crawls through shadows like a quiet midnight crab, Still carrying the ones who never carried him back. Why can’t he see The light he spills in every room he breathes? (Bridge) He could’ve turned to spite and fire, Let vengeance spark like broken wires— But kindness is his native tongue, Even when the world comes undone. He shines so bright he haunts the night, Yet claims he’s made of lesser light. (Final Chorus) Oh, can’t you see? He’s a miracle too humble to believe. A heartbeat stitched from honesty. A warmth that lingers long after he leaves. He moves through shadows like a soft and gentle tide, Still healing others while he’s breaking inside. Tell me, please… How is it he never sees How wonderful he is? How beautiful he is? (Outro) How is it you don’t see what you truly are? (dramatic pause) (silence) You are love.