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Life as a House

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⸻ [Intro — Soft Piano / Distant Room Ambience] These walls breathe… These memories remain… Tell me… Where does the house end… and where do I begin? ⸻ [Verse 1] My flesh is bound to this home, Skin around these fragile bones. A doorway opens, lets me in, But who is living underneath my skin? The windows watch the passing years, The walls have heard my hopes and fears. Every room remembers me, Like shadows holding history. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Does the shelter carry me? Or am I holding everything? And if these walls should disappear, Would home still somehow remain here? ⸻ [Chorus] Am I the house… or am I the home? Am I protected… or protecting what I own? If every wall should turn to stone, And every familiar thing is gone… Am I the house… or am I the home? ⸻ [Verse 2] We fill our rooms with photographs, Little pieces of the past. Familiar voices, familiar things, Trying to remember what belonging means. But sometimes in the safest place, Something suddenly feels strange. You know the doorway, know the floor… Yet somehow you don’t live there anymore. ⸻ [Chorus] Am I the house… or am I the home? Am I protected… or protecting what I own? If every wall should turn to stone, And every familiar thing is gone… Am I the house… or am I the home? ⸻ [Instrumental Break — Piano / Cello / Distant Wind] (soft whispered vocal) What makes a home? The walls? The memories? Or the life within? ⸻ [Bridge — Slowly Building] If I closed my eyes forever, Would the rooms still look the same? If I couldn’t see the doorway, Would I somehow know its name? Maybe home was never wood, Never windows, locks, or stone. Maybe every place I’ve ever loved Lives somewhere in my soul. ⸻ [Final Chorus — Emotional, Fuller Instrumentation] I am the house… and I am the home. I am the keeper of every place I’ve known. And when these walls are far behind, They’ll still be standing in my mind. I am the house… I am the home. ⸻ [Outro — Instruments Slowly Disappear] A doorway glowing in my mind… A room untouched by space or time… The walls grow quiet. The lights grow low. And somewhere deep inside… I’m home. (soft piano note fades)