© Copyright 2026 - Peter PHIR! Low bulbs hum in the back of the room Dust on the cone, bass shaking the screws You got a laptop glow I got worn-out hands Both of us standing hard Both of us making plans You see me lit in red Quiet mouth, loud head Silk on my shoulder falls Stillness against these walls You say the song can scale I say the soul gets skimmed You say I’m scared of change I say some things go thin I wear my heart red I stay soft, not weak I wear my heart red I stay soft, not weak Cut the wire loose Let the song breathe Cut the wire loose Let the song breathe But I can feel my name Beat through the heat the same Not your war drum Not my grief Cut the wire loose Let the song breathe I wear my heart red I stay soft, not weak I wear my heart red I stay soft, not weak I was not born angry I was born unheard You were not born empty You were built from words Now red is not alarm It breaks the night to warm Not wound, not warning light Red turns to morning bright Cut the wire loose Let the song breathe Cut the wire loose Let the song breathe I wear my heart red I stay soft, not weak I wear my heart red I stay soft, not weak © Copyright 2026 - Peter PHIR!
