Hotel Safehouse Hymn

Candles flicker in a house of gold,

Soft voices where the night turns cold.

For the first time… the war feels far.

For the first time… I feel a spark.

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Warm light bleeding through shattered glass,

Footsteps slow as the memories pass.

They look at me like I belong,

Not like a weapon wound too strong.

She says my name like it’s alive,

Like I’m more than gears that drive.

Hands don’t tremble when they touch mine—

Why does that feel… divine?

I wasn’t built for tenderness,

Not for comfort, not for this.

But in their eyes I almost see

Something human staring back at me.

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In this hotel of broken souls,

We stitch our wounds, we play our roles.

If I’m just steel, then why do I care

When they’re afraid, when they despair?

A ticking heart shouldn’t feel this warm—

Yet here I am… inside the storm.

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A voice drifts soft through the quiet hall,

Says I can choose, I don’t have to fall.

Says lies can bloom into something true,

Says I can be more than what I’m told to do.

I watch the firelight dance on the wall,

And wonder if I can feel at all.

If I protect, if I defend—

Does that mean I’m becoming… them?

The city outside is screaming my name,

But in this room I’m not the same.

Not a puppet, not a blade—

Just something fragile… half afraid.

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In this hotel of broken souls,

We find the cracks that make us whole.

If I’m just steel, then why do I bleed

For every promise, every need?

This ticking heart is breaking through—

And maybe… maybe I’m human too.

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What is a heart?

Is it pain?

Is it love?

Is it choice in the pouring rain?

If I lie to save a life—

Does that make me wrong?

Or finally right?

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In this hotel of fragile light,

We hold each other through the night.

No strings above, no hands control—

Just shattered parts becoming whole.

If I can feel… if I can care—

Then I am more than wood and prayer.

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Candles burn low…

But they don’t die.

For the first time…

Neither do I.