You hear a man who doesn’t speak, Think he’s got no fight in him. But quiet hands can carry storms That never touch the wind. I’ve swallowed words like broken glass, Just to keep the peace. Not every truth deserves a fire, Some just need release. There’s a sound in holding on, It ain’t loud but it’s strong. Like a river under frozen stone Still moving all along. You don’t hear the war I fight But it’s there every night. I’ve seen men shout their strength out loud Just to hide their fear. But I’ve learned the deepest battles Are the ones you never hear. Some days I stand in open fields And breathe the dust and rain. Remind myself a man can live Through more than just his pain. There’s a sound in holding on, Even when the world moves wrong. A quiet rhythm in the chest That keeps a heart from being gone. Maybe peace ain’t loud or bright, Maybe it’s a smaller light. Maybe strength is just the will To stay when nights are still. There’s a sound in holding on, Soft as breath before the dawn. You don’t hear the fight in me But it’s carried all along. Holding on… Still here.
