If I could steal the pain from your bones, I would. If I could teach the world to see you right, I should. But this world got walls higher than our prayers, I trace your scars like maps, learning where faith despairs. You grew up where the sirens sang instead of lullabies, And I? I'm just trying to carry your sky without letting mine collapse. If the world burned with us, would we still call it love? If peace was a wound, would you let me touch? I don't want to save you, I just want to stay— In the fire, in the ache, where our souls still pray. They told me love don't change the system— But maybe love is the system breaking. You said my silence feels like safety, but I swear I'm fighting quietly, inside these daily tragedies. We can't fix the streets, but we can walk ‘em, hand in hand, like proof the light still bothers to show up. Look at us, we the glitch in the nightmare, we the rain in their fire, we the only thing fair If the world burned with us, would we still call it love? If peace was a wound, would you let me touch? I don't want to save you, I just want to stay— In the fire, in the ache, where our souls still pray. Mmm… still we breathe, still we dream, in the smoke, in the tears, somewhere in between. Let the fire baptize our fear, let the silence keep us near. If love don't heal, can it still be divine? If pain is holy, then I've seen your shrine. We ain't free— But we're real. And that's a kind of heaven still.
