I spent years running away from my own ghosts, Hiding the parts of me I feared the most. I painted over the cracks with a steady hand, Trying to fit the mold of a sunlit land. But the night keeps calling me back to the floor, And I'm too damn tired to lock up the door. I raised the weapons, I fought the tide, Trying to burn what I keep inside. So I welcome the shadow, I welcome the night, I don't need to wrap every scar in a light. Let the darkness breathe, let the deep parts stay, They are the anchor that keeps me away From pretending I'm someone I'll never be. This is the dark, and it belongs to me. There's wisdom hiding beneath the despair, A heavy kind of truth that is waiting there. It’s not a failure, it’s not a disease, It’s just the quiet that brings me to knees. Why should I feel ashamed of the storm I breed, When the dark is the soil where the wild things seed? I raised the weapons, I fought the tide, Trying to burn what I keep inside. So I welcome the shadow, I welcome the night, I don't need to wrap every scar in a light. Let the darkness breathe, let the deep parts stay, They are the anchor that keeps me away From pretending I'm someone I'll never be. This is the dark, and it belongs to me. No more apologies for the weight I carry. No more running from the ghosts I marry. They are my history, they are my art. They carved the architecture of my heart. Let it fall... Let it stay. I am the night, and I am the day. ...No more shame.
