Mother, I’m sorry… I missed your call again last night, The city swallowed up the light. You said, “You’re chasing ghosts again,” But, Mama, I just needed wind. I built a life on open roads, And lost the home I used to know. The echo rings, it follows me — Your voice inside my melody. I’m sorry for the silence, I’m sorry for the storm, I’m sorry for the letters That never made it home. I’m sorry for the distance, I’m sorry for the fear, I’m sorry, I keep running When you just want me near. You gave me your heart, and I turned away, Thinking love was a price I couldn’t pay. Now every song, every tear, every scar I see — Is the sound of you forgiving me? You said, “Don’t be afraid to feel,” But I mistook the hurt for real. I learned to love, then learned to leave, A cycle I can’t seem to free. You waited through my wildest phase, The sleepless nights, the shifting haze. Still, when I fall, I hear your name — Like prayer and pain, they sound the same. I’m sorry for the silence, I’m sorry for the storm, I’m sorry for the pieces You still keep it in your drawer. I’m sorry for the secrets, I’m sorry for the fight, I’m sorry I said nothing When you just wanted light. If I could turn back to that day, When I was too proud to stay… I’d whisper to your trembling hands, “I never meant to drift away.” You gave me your heart, I turned away, Thinking love was a price I couldn’t pay. Now every song, every tear, every scar I see — Is the sound of you forgiving me? [fading echoing] (I’m sorry…) (I’m sorry…) (I’m sorry…)
