(Verse 1)
How do I know
what lives in my heart?
Sometimes I fear
what I feel
is only echo
old stories
wearing my voice.
What if the pattern
speaks so softly
I mistake it
for truth?
(Pre-Chorus)
But what am I
outside of it?
The learned and the eternal
share the same blood.
The habit is here.
The holy is here.
They breathe
the same air.
Let it be seen.
Let it be seen.
Nothing dissolves
without being seen.
(Verse 2)
I hold two currents
one humming with memory,
one bright as morning.
In the dark
they braid into one.
When dawn comes
they reveal themselves.
In shadow
glass looks dangerous.
Sharp.
Unwanted.
But when morning touches it
it scatters into color.
Not because it changed
because it was illuminated
Let it be seen.
Let it be seen.
Even the shadow
softens when seen.
Let it be seen.
(Bridge)
Nothing in me
is outside the whole.
Nothing in me
is beyond the reach of light.
I do not have to exile
what was learned.
I only have to see.
When the light falls softly
authority loosens.
What fades
is not the self
only the fear.
What remains
is quiet knowing.
(Outro)
Only light.
Only light.
Clarity is quiet.
Let it be seen.