The weight presses down, relentless and slow I trace the cracks along the shallow rooms below My lungs strain tight against the cold, silent stone Each breath another lesson in a patience… That I’ve always known… I hold myself when the air gets thin… The shadows cast And I learn the rhythm of the weight at last Learning to breathe beneath the stone… Learning to breathe beneath the stone… Time moves like water, heavy and deep The walls echo whispers I struggle to keep I find the pulse within my chest, burning steady, shining bright A fragile rhythm that fights… Through the night… Learning to breathe beneath the stone… Learning to breathe beneath the stone… I feel the stone shifting, pressing, its tone And I fold with it, letting the weight be my own Each inhale a surrender, each exhale a claim The stone becomes the rhythm I learn to name Learning to breathe beneath the stone… Learning to breathe beneath the stone… Breathe beneath the stone Breathe beneath the stone Breathe beneath the stone
