[Verse 1] In the hard room of my mind I kept the door locked tight Counting every bruise Like it was proof of night I wore my own sharp voice Like thorns against my skin But a softer hand was calling From where the pain had been [Pre-Chorus] Hold me like a child Hold me like a child Let the broken parts Come back alive [Chorus] Self-compassion Self-compassion Hold the wounded child Self-compassion Self-compassion Mercy in my hands [Verse 2] I saw my mother’s face In the way she’d bend and stay A cup of water, warm bread A palm to ease the ache If the world grew cruel She would not add more fear She would kiss the hurt awake And bring me near and near [Pre-Chorus] Hold me like a child Hold me like a child Let the broken parts Come back alive [Chorus] Self-compassion Self-compassion Hold the wounded child Self-compassion Self-compassion Mercy in my hands [Bridge] I am the hand that reaches I am the voice that stays Not to shame the scar But to wash the wound in grace What was clenched in darkness Can learn to breathe again When I touch my own heart Like a mother to her pain [Chorus] Self-compassion Self-compassion Hold the wounded child Self-compassion Self-compassion Mercy in my hands [Outro] Stop punishing yourself Let the old ache rest The first door is open And I am home in this
