You stood with me when I stumbled, Silent strength wrapped around my chaos. Your hands, steady anchors in storms, Held the pieces I couldn’t name. Chorus In your presence, I feel the world breathe easier. Every moment whispers, “You’re safe, you’re home.” I carry your light in the quiet corners of my soul. You don’t fix me—you see me, and that heals. There’s no need to fill the silences, You’ve taught me their music. The weight of your gaze, gentle and knowing, Says all the things words can’t. Chorus In your presence, I feel the world breathe easier. Every moment whispers, “You’re safe, you’re home.” I carry your light in the quiet corners of my soul. You don’t fix me—you see me, and that heals. How do I tell you that you’ve rewired the air I breathe? That the smallest gestures, the softest glances— they create galaxies where none existed? When I fall apart, you don’t try to hold me together; You sit with me, unafraid of my breaking. I see you too—the quiet battles you carry, The dreams you tuck away to make room for mine. Your courage is loud in its stillness, Your love, a language I’m still learning to speak. Chorus In your presence, I feel the world breathe easier. Every moment whispers, “You’re safe, you’re home.” I carry your light in the quiet corners of my soul. You don’t fix me—you see me, and that heals. Let’s keep building this life—brick by fragile brick. Let’s hold the moments that ache with their beauty. You are my stillness in the rush of the world. And for that, I am endlessly, quietly grateful.
