I was born with a heart That could tremble and still remain free, Where longing learned to live with silence, love learned how to be. I am the tenderness that shelters, The wound that learns to sing. I have held the weight of absence still embrace what love brings. Call me a soul without armor. Call me the quiet flame. I give only what I choose to give; No love can make possession its claim. My love may be a whisper; Yet it reaches through the stone. A cathedral filled with breathing light, Where neither stands alone. --- They called me fragile. I answered: alive. I carried my longing — And learned to survive. I opened my silence. I let myself feel. Each wound I remembered Still taught me to heal. I love without chains. I give without fear. My heart may be wounded. Yet still I draw near. Below the deep winter, A tenderness grows — A love that is patient, knows what it knows. --- Love, come without asking permission. Heart, keep the freedom to choose. [Intimate, tender female solo] Even the strongest hands may tremble, Even the quietest heart may weep. I am not less For the tears I have carried. I am not weak When I have something to lose. Your freedom: A sky I will not close. My devotion: A gift I freely choose Two hearts beneath one pole star — Two lives, two wills, one song. --- When we love, The silence grows warm. The walls fall away Where our foreheads rest. We were not made To conquer the dark — Love holds the light; We choose the spark. Love-born, twice-born, Tender and fearless, Old as the longing That brought our souls near. Two unguarded hearts Who choose to love — No chains between us, Only stars above. We do not ask For love to stay. We give our hearts, Not our freedom away. We love. We love. The night is deep — And love remains. And love remains. --- Love may come unbidden. Devotion is what I choose. What shines through the silence Has our faces. Not the whole of heaven. Not every star. Ours.
