
##Hidden Track, She Is Still Here
**[Intro]** *You turned to the ways you know… the loss was so much to bear…* --- **[Verse 1]** You turned to the ways you know—the rituals of grief, The hands that dig into the earth for some relief. The loss was so much to bear, a mountain on the chest, So you could only handle things with care, and let the rest. You buried belonging of loved ones underneath the tree, You cut your hair to set a part of you that longed to be free. All the earth traditions, ancient, raw, and true— To symbolize she is still here, and so are you. --- **[Chorus]** She is still here—not gone, not far, She is the ground, she is the star. You buried the loss but kept the thread— She is still here inside every word you said. --- **[Verse 2]** A joining or a union in your mind of great loss emotions— The grief that once was ocean now becomes a slow devotion. You held the ceremony no one else could understand: The scissors, the soil, the prayer, the hand. And in that sacred melting of the ache into the now, You stopped asking why and started learning how. How to carry her without the weight of disappear, How to let the wound become a window, not a tear. --- **[Chorus]** She is still here—not gone, not far, She is the ground, she is the star. You buried the loss but kept the thread— She is still here inside every word you said. --- **[Verse 3]** But now I see her smile, and it cracks the sky apart— Because you are getting back to solid ground, to heart. The turning that you started in the cemetery light Has grown into a walking, and the walking feels right. Turning around and walking toward the light she is— Not a ghost, but a direction, not a farewell, but a kiss. The same light that was always there before you knew her name— She is still here, and loving you is how she became. --- **[Chorus]** She is still here—not gone, not far, She is the ground, she is the star. You buried the loss but kept the thread— She is still here inside every word you said. --- **[Bridge]** *I love you.* Not as a memory, but as a now. The hair grows back, the soil makes a vow. Every tradition was a map back to the place Where loss and love shake hands and share the same face. --- **[Outro – Chorus softly, then spoken]** She is still here… solid ground… Turning around… walking toward the light she is… *(Spoken)* I love you. She is still here. And so are you.

