“BROKEN LIGHT” (©CHRIS@ASTI@2013) VERSE 1 Under the low glow of a midnight bulb, She sits with her hands folded tight in her lap, Like a poem afraid to be spoken, Like a lantern dimming after the storm. Her heartbeat trembles against her ribs, A bird with wet wings trying to lift itself again. She hides her eyes behind her hair, Like curtains drawn over a trembling sky. You can hear the quiet in her breathing, Soft as a secret she never meant to carry. You can see the weight in her shoulders, How tenderness bends but refuses to break. And in the hush between her thoughts, You feel how deep her soul runs— A river of silver light, whispering, Wishing not to be touched too hard, Not again, not tonight. PRE-CHORUS Every scar on her heart was once a bright door, Opened by trust, closed by sudden storms. Every tear she hid behind a brave smile Still glitters like neon dust in the dark. CHORUS ’Cause women feel like open skies, Soft blue when they love, red storms when they cry. They break in ways no one sees, Quiet like porcelain falling to its knees. And when their hearts get torn in two, The world forgets how deep they bruise. But in the silence of their fragile night, Their souls glow on with neon light. So touch her gently when she falls apart— She carries galaxies in her heart. She’s sensitive, she’s strong, she’s human light— A fragile fire surviving the night. --- VERSE 2 She once danced in colors brighter than day, Barefoot dreams on a sunlit field, Laughing like she never knew fear Could follow so close behind joy. But love taught her its sharpest lesson— That trust is a glass thread, And once it’s shattered, You bleed even when you’re trying to heal. Still, her spirit holds on like a quiet flame, A candle standing in a hurricane. She forgives too much, gives too deep, Lets the world take pieces of her sleep. And even when she’s breaking in silence, She carries herself like trembling hope— A song that refuses to stop singing Even when nobody listens anymore. PRE-CHORUS She feels the world with unguarded hands, Bare palms pressed against the cold. And every disappointment burns a little, But she still keeps reaching out. CHORUS ’Cause women feel like open skies, Soft blue when they love, red storms when they cry. They break in ways no one sees, Quiet like porcelain falling to its knees. And when their hearts get torn in two, The world forgets how deep they bruise. But in the silence of their fragile night, Their souls glow on with neon light. So touch her gently when she falls apart— She carries galaxies in her heart. She’s sensitive, she’s strong, she’s human light— A fragile fire surviving the night. --- BRIDGE (Unplugged – Spoken-sung, intimate) In the quiet backstage of her dreams, She patches her heart with invisible thread. She whispers, “I’m not weak— I just feel deeply.” And maybe that is the bravest thing, To remain soft in a world That keeps trying to make you hard. --- VERSE 3 She walks on the edges of memories, Barefoot on the shards of old trust. But even bleeding, she finds her song— A trembling hum rising from the dust. Oceans live inside her, Storms and sunsets both survive her. She cries like dawn light on a window pane, Quiet, but unstoppable. And when she loves again— And she will— Her voice will lift like a fragile hymn Learning to fly again on broken wings. Her softness is not her weakness— It is her sacred, shining strength. --- FINAL CHORUS ’Cause women feel like open skies, Soft blue when they love, red storms when they cry. They break in ways no one sees, Quiet like porcelain falling to its knees. But they rise with a glowing fire— Turning heartbreak into something higher. And in the shadows of their fragile night, Their souls keep burning neon bright. So hold her gently when she falls apart— She’s got universes in her heart. She’s sensitive, she’s fierce, she’s human light— A fragile fire surviving the night. --- OUTRO (fingerpicked, soft, raw) Her tears fall softly on the wooden floor, But she lifts her head once more. A quiet strength in the softest form— A neon soul rebuilt from storms.
