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Harbor from the Storm

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[Verse 1] The harbor bell broke in the storm Its bronze mouth filled with rain Our lanterns sank beneath the foam And took the maps away The gate that kept the black tide out Was timber, rope, and prayer Now salt runs through the empty town And no one waits there [Pre-Chorus] I held the key until it cut A crescent in my hand But grief is not a door that shuts At anyone’s command [Chorus] Safe harbor, gone beneath the water I call your name through every ruined wall The sea took home the roofs and fires And left this heart too small to hold it all Still, somewhere past the broken weather A pale gold morning gathers on the shore If I can lift one wounded lantern I may become a beacon once more [Verse 2] The orchard leans toward bitter wind Its branches stripped and bare A child has drawn our old blue bridge In charcoal on the stairs I carry cups we cannot fill Two blankets, thread, and bread The things that make a life seem real When all the songs are dead [Pre-Chorus] I feared the dark would eat the road And every name I knew But footsteps sound beside my own And one belongs to you [Chorus] Safe harbor, gone beneath the water I call your name through every ruined wall The sea took home the roofs and fires And left this heart too small to hold it all Still, somewhere past the broken weather A pale gold morning gathers on the shore If I can lift one wounded lantern I may become a beacon once more [Bridge] No crown, no spell, no ancient flame Can mend what time has torn But hands can build a pier again And welcome in the dawn We’ll mark the stones with every loss We’ll plant where ashes lie And teach the frightened, wandering hearts A different way to rise [Final Chorus] Safe harbor, gone beneath the water Your absence is a tide inside us all Yet from the wreckage, plank by plank We raise a door no storm can ever call And somewhere past the broken weather The first clear star is waking on the shore I lift this small and wounded lantern And find a thousand lights beside it once more [Outro] The bell is gone, the tide has turned The road is dark, but warm We walk toward dawn with open hands And build a harbor from the storm