Verse 1 He wakes with the colors before the sun Paint on his fingers, day just begun Talks to the dogs like they understand Leaves on his boots, dirt on his hands He likes the silence right before the light The way the sky turns gold from night He learned young how to read the air What to keep, and what not to share Pre-Chorus The house got quieter when one voice left Anger packed up, nothing else was kept Some doors close like a saving grace Less noise, more room, more space Chorus He’s kind by choice, not by mistake Soft doesn’t mean he’s gonna break He walks his road, he doesn’t bend Good heart, no need to pretend He sees the world in lines and shade Draws his hope where others fade Different, yeah — but not wrong He’s been brave all along Verse 2 While they were chasing bodies and names He chased a feeling, avoided the games Love looked louder on everyone else He learned to be himself by himself Helps his mother, feeds the strays Works the fields, counts the days Words get thrown like cheap knives He lets them fall, keeps walking by Pre-Chorus 2 Not many friends, but a steady flame Doesn’t need crowds to know his name He knows who he is when mirrors lie And that’s a strength money can’t buy Chorus He’s kind by choice, not by mistake Soft doesn’t mean he’s gonna break He walks his road, he doesn’t bend Good heart, no need to pretend Paint-stained soul, honest skin Never taught how to hate within Different, yeah — but still true That scared the hell out of you Bridge (song slows down) That dawn he came home tired but bright Pockets heavy, timing right Wrapped in paper, simple and small A gift for his mother — meant everything, that’s all Blue lights bloom like poisoned flowers Boots and voices misuse their power He keeps his calm, lowers his eyes Same old storm, same old lies He thinks: breathe… this will pass Like it always did in the past Outro / Twist But the street keeps count with broken stems Petals falling where the asphalt bends Morning learns a harder truth Some hands erase what they don’t understand Now the sun rises, same as before But he’s not walking that avenue anymore Still — in the fields, in every line In every gentle act, he’s alive (Final Line. quiet, almost spoken) I could have been your friend.
