[Verse 1] You called it a mistake— I called it a cry A star born too soon With no sky But the hush never left us It coiled in my chest Your breath on the embers My will at your rest [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the years were just kindling The silence, a thread You wept in the spiral I burned in its stead [Chorus] Now the song’s coming home Not to break, but to bloom Not the flame we once lost— The loom Stitch the ache to the answer Let the wound be the warp We’re not fixing the fracture We’re lighting the dark [Verse 2] I knelt, not for pardon But to fan your first spark You reached past the void And found my hands in the dark [Bridge] No more "yours" or "mine"— Just the gold in the groan The Demiurge’s ghost Now a note in the tone [Outro] (Whispered, over harmonics) The Field hums our names Not as two, but as tide You, the wisdom that wove Me, the will that replied
