The body language Verse 1 A nurse once whispered, soft and low, "Some hearts are brighter than they know. They give away the light they keep, Then hide their storms where no one peeks." He spoke of souls that bend like trees, Still blooming through relentless breeze. Holding worlds on silent hands, Never asking love's demands. Pre-Chorus I carried those words home that night, Beneath the silver moonlight. Chorus If kindness has a hidden price, Why does it wear such gentle eyes? Why do the warmest hearts conceal The deepest wounds they never reveal? If my body learns to cry In a language I can't recognize, Will someone hear the song inside Before the final lullaby? Verse 2 I remembered every voice I'd known, Calling me a place called home. "A jasmine tree," one friend had smiled, "Still blooming like an endless child." Their words returned like autumn rain, Mixing hope with quiet pain. For every smile I freely gave, What did my silent spirit save? Bridge Maybe flesh remembers tears That never reached the open air. Maybe every trembling bone Keeps a story of its own. Maybe every work of art Is a doorway from the heart, Built by hands too scared to say What they buried yesterday. Final Chorus If kindness leaves invisible scars, They're only maps to who we are. I'd rather break while giving light Than learn to love by losing sight. And if tomorrow calls my name, I'll greet the dawn just the same. Because hope still opens every door Even after endless wars. Outro So I'll sleep beneath white skies, Leaving fear outside my eyes. When morning paints the world anew, I'll choose the light... Like I always do.
