You see a man with a steady face, Hands still resting in their place. You think the calm means nothin’ wrong, Like silence means the storm is gone. But you don’t hear the thunder roll, Inside the ribs that hold a soul. You don’t see the sleepless fight That walks beside me every night. I don’t raise my voice or scream, But that don’t mean there’s peace in me. There’s a quiet war in my bones tonight, No bullets fly but the scars run deep. I keep my mouth closed, keep my head down low, While the battle keeps on under my skin. You think silence means defeat. But it’s the only way I breathe. I’ve learned the loudest men you know Ain’t always the ones that carry the load. Some wars are fought where no one sees, Behind a calm that looks like peace. I walk these miles with steady feet, Even when the ground beneath me shakes. Some days the dark gets close enough To whisper every old mistake. I don’t answer every flame, Some fires die without a name. There’s a quiet war in my bones tonight, Every memory takes its side. No crowd, no drums, no victory cry Just breath and stubborn pride. You think silence means I’m weak But it’s the armor that I keep. I don’t need the world to know Every fight I face alone. Some storms pass without a sound, But they still shake the ground. There’s a quiet war in my bones tonight, But I’m still standing in the rain. Not every battle leaves a mark That other eyes can trace. You think silence means I’ve lost But silence is the cost. Quiet war… Still breathing.
