"He was a shadow in his own skin... She wore silence like a second hymn. Both carried bruises the world never saw... Hearts stitched together with unraveling straw." "But fire don’t kill what was born from flame... Ashes remembered their forgotten names." Two broken mirrors staring back at the night, If we’re shattered, let’s shatter it right. We rose like phoenixes, scarred but alive, Turned every wound into wings that could fly. Built a choir out of pain, made the darkness sing along, I love you more than anything And that means everything. She held the hammer, he held the nail, But they built a home from a splintered trail. Strings on guitars, lullabies in the dark, Their children danced to the beat of their hearts. Every crack in the wall let the daylight in, Proof that the cycle could break, not spin. Two open scars became maps of the soul, If we’re bleeding, we’re bleeding in gold. We rose like phoenixes, scarred but alive, Turned every wound into wings that could fly. Built a choir out of pain, made the darkness sing along, I love you more than anything And that means everything. Years carved their names in the lines on their face, Every wrinkle a hymn, every breath an embrace. And when the night whispered, “You’re still not enough…”They sang back louder With unyielding love. We rose like phoenixes, ashes to flame, Together forever, we’ll never be tamed. Made our music, raised a family strong, Still singing our song, still singing our song. I love you more than anything And that means everything. Hand in hand, till the last breath is gone, Two souls that proved broken can still be whole in song.
