Fractured Hearts

Shadows drip down the canyon walls, tracing the cracks where the silence calls while the cold wind threads through… … the hollowed halls… Steps fall slow in the dust and stone, every echo I hear feels less my own, like the past found a voice in a borrowed tone I feel it pulling beneath my feet, where the ground don’t hold and the rhythm don’t meet, like a heart off-time… …with a broken beat… Every breath that I take runs thin, like I’m holding a weight I can’t keep within, like the fracture starts where the pulse begins Hear the quiet folding into bone, feel it move where you stand alone There’s a pulse in the dark you don’t control, pulling you deeper below the known Through the veins of silence the current flows, carrying weight that nobody shows Every word left still in the undertow comes back around where the tension grows And the night bends low to the quiet sound, where the lost get close but are never found In the space between where the truth breaks down… …fractured hearts… …hit the ground… Lantern light through the hollow mist, flickers in time with the moments missed, like a life half-lived in a tightening fist Hands reach out but they pass right through, what I thought was real now I can’t hold true, every spark fades fast when it splits in two I hear it crack in the space between every thought I had and the things I’ve seen, like the shape of truth… …in a fractured dream… And the more I try just to hold it still, the more it slips from the strength of will, like it breaks itself just to feel what’s real Feel the silence settling in your chest, like it knows what you haven’t said There’s a rhythm inside you can’t correct, pulling you back where the fracture spread Through the veins of silence the current flows, carrying weight that nobody shows Every word left still in the undertow comes back around where the tension grows And the night bends low to the quiet sound, where the lost get close but are never found In the space between where the truth breaks down… …fractured hearts… …hit the ground Hold the shadow, let it breathe, let it say what you don’t believe Every break is a buried seed, every loss is a quiet need In the dark where the lines divide, there’s a light that you try to hide Every fracture you feel inside… …is the place where you come alive Footsteps echo where the hollow sleeps, every silence a secret it keeps There’s a tension that cuts too deep, in the spaces we never speak One breath can break what the calm conceals, let the pressure reveal what’s real When the surface no longer seals… you can finally begin to feel Through the veins of silence the current flows, carrying weight that nobody shows Every word left still in the undertow comes back around where the tension grows And the night bends low to the quiet sound, where the lost get close but are never found In the space between where the truth breaks down… …fractured hearts… …hit the ground