COLD COMFORT

COLD COMFORT Hook Cold comfort in the dead of night, No more running, no more fights, Just me and the shadows under pale moonlight... Finding peace in a different light. Cold comfort when the world feels far, Counting old wounds and healing scars, Sometimes survival leaves unusual marks... But they're still proof of who we are. Verse 1 I used to chase answers through endless noise, Trying to repair what life destroyed, Searching for comfort in other voices... While ignoring my own. The nights got quiet after the war, No more kicking down mental doors, Just reflection scattered across the floor... Like pieces I never explored. Verse 2 Funny how healing don't look the same, Some find sunshine, some find rain, Some build gardens from their pain... Some learn to dance inside the flames. Eugene sat back with a crooked grin, Said, "Look at you finally settling in, You spent years fighting what lived within... Now you're learning how to listen." Verse 3 The scars still there, they always will, But scars ain't proof that you're broken still, They're maps that show where you've been... And reminders that you didn't quit. So I sit with ghosts that used to chase, Give them names, give them space, And watch old fears slowly fade... Without letting them run the place. Outro Some wounds don't disappear... They become wisdom.