Lyrics
In the hollows of our home, shadows cling,
A battlefield of memories, where echoes sing.
Your eyes, once fierce, now harbor distant storms,
A heart scarred by battles fought, by unseen norms.
Whispers of trauma, etched upon your skin,
Screams in silent nights, where nightmares begin.
I hold your trembling hands, a lifeline frayed,
As you navigate the minefields your mind has laid.
Echoes of the forgotten, haunting our embrace,
In this war-torn love, we find solace and grace.
Your breath, a fragile symphony, seeks release,
As I trace constellations on your battle-weary peace.
The scent of gunpowder lingers in your hair,
A symphony of triggers, a symposium of despair.
I am your witness, your anchor in the tempest's roar,
As you navigate the labyrinth of memories once more.
(Pre-Chorus)
Tremors ripple through our shared existence,
Silent cries echo in the chambers of persistence.
I'll be your compass, your North Star unswayed,
Guiding you through darkness, where healing is delayed.
The moon weeps silver tears upon our bed,
Where dreams collide with shrapnel, where love bled.
I'll be your sanctuary, your foxhole of trust,
As you wage wars within, reclaiming what was lost.
in the tempest's roar,
As you navigate the labyrinth of memories once more.
(Pre-Chorus)
Tremors ripple through our shared existence,
Silent cries echo in the chambers of persistence.
I'll be your compass, your North Star unswayed,
Guiding you through darkness, where healing is delayed.
The moon weeps silver tears upon our bed,
Where dreams collide with shrapnel, where love bled.
I'll be your sanctuary, your foxhole of trust,
As you wage wars within, reclaiming what was lost.
