(Verse 1 - Acoustic Guitar, close and quiet)
Hush now, small spirit, worn and thin as glass,
The Moon watches softly as the moments pass.
I’m pulling the shadows closer to my face,
To find a cruel comfort in this empty space.
I know your weeping is a lonely sound,
So let me wrap the wounds that can’t be bound.
This pain is tender, child, don’t push it back,
It’s the only compass on this broken track.
(Pre-Chorus - Guitar pattern falters slightly, adding tension)
The night is patient, it won’t ask you why,
It only hears the truth behind the lie.
Lean into the ache that keeps you close,
The dreadful, beautiful burden that you chose.
(Chorus - Flute enters, high and sorrowful)
Sleep now, my self, beneath this frozen light,
And let the horror gently hold you tight.
I’ll soothe the edges where the feeling ends,
By naming every fear that still defends.
This quiet, crushing grief, it is your friend,
The only story that will never end.
Don’t fight the cold, my love, just breathe it in,
This is the solace where the peace begins.
(Verse 2 - Guitar resumes steady pattern)
The air is sharp, like needles on the tongue,
From songs of happiness I never sung.
But here, within this perfect, private tomb,
There is no judgment, only perfect gloom.
I stroke the fevered forehead of your loss,
And pay the final, agonizing cost.
You are too tired now to stand alone,
So rest upon the sharpness of the stone.
(Pre-Chorus - Guitar pattern falters slightly)
The night is patient, it won’t ask you why,
It only hears the truth behind the lie.
Lean into the ache that keeps you close,
The dreadful, beautiful burden that you chose.
(Chorus - Flute rises slightly, sounding like a tear falling)
Sleep now, my self, beneath this frozen light,
And let the horror gently hold you tight.
I’ll soothe the edges where the feeling ends,
By naming every fear that still defends.
This quiet, crushing grief, it is your friend,
The only story that will never end.
Don’t fight the cold, my love, just breathe it in,
This is the solace where the peace begins.
(Outro - Flute holds a long, fading, wavering note as the Guitar slows and stops, leaving only the sound of a breathy whisper.)
Hush, my sweet pain. Just rest here... just rest...
darkstar
