I write in lyrics. I write in time. Each word a separate story, Each rhythm its own rhyme. Some stories are for sharing. Some stories must stay mine. I tell the ones that build a bridge, Not just my memory. Verse 2 (0:25–0:50) The voices of the many, The quiet and the few. Searching for a little hope, Like all of us still do. Sometimes we lose direction. Sometimes we lose the thread. Love remains the quiet center, Even when it’s left unsaid. Love at its core. Each frequency its tune. We’re all doing our own dance Beneath the same old moon. Chorus (0:50–1:20) Oh, sweet soul, I do not want to hurt. Nor carry pain so far It becomes someone else’s too. I can tell the truth in whispers. I can honor what it cost me Without wishing cost on you. Oh, sweet soul, I’m learning what is true. I don’t have to disappear To leave some grace for you. Verse 3 (1:20–1:45) I felt the pain before the reason. I knew the wound before the name. But my mind kept asking for permission, So I waited just the same. I needed others to confirm it. I needed someone else to see. As if another person’s witness Made the hurting real to me. Bridge (1:45–2:10) I knew. But I didn’t know I knew. The feeling found me first. The words arrived much later. I don’t want a jury. I don’t need someone condemned. Maybe healing began When I finally believed What my heart already knew. Final Chorus (2:10–2:45) Oh, sweet soul, I do not want to hurt. Nor carry pain so far It becomes someone else’s too. Mercy doesn’t change the story. Grace doesn’t make it less true. To trust the pain that found me Without becoming pain to you. Outro (2:45–3:00) I write in lyrics. I write in time. I only wanted To trust What my heart Already knew.
