[Verse 1]
Kill the engine, set the cup down, leave the clock alone,
Stand before the bathroom mirror, like an altar made of stone.
Don’t fix your hair, don’t hide your shape, let the tension fall,
Your wrinkles are just maps of roads you’ve traveled through it all.
Look deep into your eyes and find the one who’s always stayed,
Who waited for your signal through the darkest nights, afraid.
He felt your every nameless ache, the fear you couldn’t hide,
When the world was cold and empty, but you dared to step outside.
[Chorus]
And you? You were the judge, the one who swung the blade,
Punishing for ancient ghosts and debts already paid.
You gave your heart in pieces, scattered to the wind and tide,
While keeping only weariness and fear for you inside.
It’s time to head back home, where your heart has always been,
It’s time to find the human that’s still waiting deep within.
[Verse 2]
Remember that small boy? The child who shares your name?
He trusted every dream he had, before the shadows came.
Would you let a stranger hurt him, leave him broken and ignored?
Neglected and defenseless, with no mercy or a word?
You build on shifting sands, on foundations not your own,
While the house within is burning, and you leave it all alone.
Loving yourself isn’t sin, it’s a righteous, healing art,
To find the source of greatest love right inside your heart.
[Bridge]
So lay your hand upon your chest and feel the rhythm there,
Say: “I’m sorry that the road we walked was more than we could bear.
I’m sorry that I made you wait for the grace I didn’t give,
Looking for a harbor everywhere but where we live.”
[Chorus]
For you were your own judge, the one who swung the blade,
Punishing for ancient ghosts and debts already paid.
You gave your heart in pieces, scattered to the wind and tide,
While keeping only weariness and fear for you inside.
It’s time to head back home, where your heart has always been,
It’s time to find the human that’s still waiting deep within.
[Outro]
People leave and vanish, like a fog on London’s street,
In the end, it’s only you, when the final minutes meet.
Will you walk with a bitter foe, or a friend who’s held your hand?
Choose wisely as the music fades across the quiet land.
Come back home...
Your heart is waiting.
McRobert
