I walk where whispered truths still cling to fading walls. still they linger… Streets filled with saints who carry stones, carry stones… praising mercy they never show. never show… They judge the truth in trembling voices, trembling voices… and curse the love they fear to grow. fear to grow… If love survives in hidden corners, hidden corners… then let the quiet lead us on. lead us on… No truth should fade in rooms unspoken, break the silence… no heart should fight to stay alive. stay alive… Love is deeper than appearances, deeper, deeper, deeper… stronger than the walls you raise. the walls you raise… What kind of father turns his eyes away, don’t turn away… from the child he swore to praise? a child to praise… The city hums with restless judgment, restless judgment… old stories echo worn-out lies. worn-out lies… If love survives in hidden corners, hidden corners… then let the quiet lead us on. lead us on… No truth should fade in rooms unspoken, break the silence… no heart should fight to stay alive. stay alive… Love is deeper than appearances, deeper, deeper still… stronger than the walls you raise. you raise… What kind of father turns his eyes away, don’t look away… from the child he swore to praise? your child to praise… Let all your borrowed declarations settle as dust along the street. No rule or creed, no quiet doctrine can hold a heart that learns its beat. But love outlives your guarded silence, and cuts through all the shame you hide. cuts through shame… Love is deeper than appearances, deeper, deeper, deeper… stronger than the walls you raise. the walls you raise… What kind of father turns his eyes away, don’t turn away… from the child he swore to praise? a child to praise… Love is deeper than appearances, deeper than fear… clearer than the doubts you sow. No father born of flesh and blood should shame the love he’ll never know. never know… Love was never yours to bind. let it breathe…
