[Intro – Whispered / Spoken Softly] I thought awakening would be light. But it came as loss. As silence. As the taste of everything I thought I loved turning to dust in my mouth. And still — something deeper whispered, stay. Stay with the ache. Stay with the hunger. Stay with the empty hands that cannot hold what was. Because this — this hollow — is where the real begins. ⸻ [Verse 1] I thought awakening would be light. I didn’t know it would be fire. I didn’t know it would take everything I built and hand me back only what was real. I have been running from the dark, calling it failure, calling it silence, when it was You all along. The voice that breaks the idols, the hand that unmakes the masks, the love that asks for nothing but the truth. ⸻ [Chorus / Invocation] This is the descent home— where light hides inside the wound, where the holy is not shining, but bleeding through. No wings, no glory— just breath and dust, and the mercy of what is. ⸻ [Verse 2] Everything tastes different here. The songs that once lifted me— now echo like ghosts. The prayers I used to say— they fall apart on my tongue. And maybe that’s the point. Maybe this is how I learn to let silence pray for me. ⸻ [Bridge / Surrender] There is no saving left to do. No fixing, no fleeing. Only falling. Only feeling. Only faith that stills itself when there is nothing left to name. I kneel to what I cannot hold. I bow to what remains. ⸻ [Final Verse / Illumination] And somewhere beneath the ache— beneath the ruin and the roar— something opens quietly, like dawn under the skin. The light does not return. It was never gone. ⸻ [Outro / Whispered] This is the descent home. Not up. Not out. But in. Always in. Always home.
