The deepest wounds are not meant to be shared [Intro] There are roads we take without a sound, Soft little steps that shake the ground, Nothing erases, nothing disappears, We only move our lives through tears. [Verse 1] The deepest wounds are not meant to be shared, Where those I loved will never walk again, aware. You don’t hide them, you carry them inside, Far from the eyes already trembling wide. The past remains, it walks here by my side, A silent companion I cannot leave behind, I do not flee it, I give it room to breathe, Without letting it spill onto other dreams. [Pre-Chorus] This is not courage, not surrender, Just a tender breaker, A step toward the open space Where the air can breathe my face. [Chorus] I leave without locking my voice away, Without adding more weight to these arms today, I’ll live with whatever is left behind, But not let it burn us one more time. [Verse 2] There are cities where I can breathe again, Without the walls knowing what I should have said in vain, New streets under stranger skies above, Where I relearn what matters most: to love. [Pre-Chorus] This is not escape, not victory, Just another path for me, A step moved aside, So I can keep going, alive. [Chorus] I leave without drama and without a cry, Toward a horizon that does not know my name tonight, Where memory turns into light, And not into dust drifting out of sight. I leave without locking my voice away, Without adding more weight to these arms today, I’ll live with whatever is left behind, But not let it burn me one more time. [Bridge] And if one day they ask me Where the shadow around me came to be, I’ll say it is part of the scene, Part of the landscape, still unseen. [Outro] The deepest wounds are not meant to be shared, Where those I loved will never walk again, aware. Nothing erases, nothing slips away, We only choose where we walk each day. [Finale] This is not courage, not surrender, Just a tender breaker, A step toward the open space Where the air can breathe my face. And if one day they ask me Where the shadow around me came to be, I’ll say it is part of the scene, Part of the landscape, too, with me.
