[start] [Intro: Instrumental only] [Verse] I ran where the law wore iron like a hymn, Barefoot prayers on a road that wouldn’t end. I built a quiet life with a latched front door, But the past still knocks—again and again. At night, the house turns candle-thin and cold, Floorboards sigh like waves against the shore. I hear a child’s breath where no child can be, And my hands still rock what I can’t hold anymore. [Chorus] My love was a shelter, my love was a blade, A mercy I paid for, a vow that I made. I broke my own heart so she wouldn’t be owned— Now her ghost calls my name like I’m still not alone. (Stay… don’t fade) One bloom, one thorn—my blessing and my curse. [Bridge: Shift toward 4/4; hand percussion swells, piano clusters; oud/clarinet call-and-response, tension rising] Then she arrives like a note from a dream— A young woman, soft-spoken, salt on her skin. She hums a tune I never taught the world, And smiles like she’s always been kin. She walks through my rooms like she knows every scar, Like every locked memory opens on cue. And suddenly time isn’t “then” anymore— It’s breathing right here, wearing her face, telling the truth. [Chorus] My love was a shelter, my love was a blade, A mercy I paid for, a vow that I made. I broke my own heart so she wouldn’t be owned— Now her ghost calls my name like I’m still not alone. (Stay… don’t fade) One bloom, one thorn—my blessing and my curse. [Outro: Brushed drums fade, bass resolves gently, oud harmonics linger] [Instrumental only] [end]
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