(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?
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(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.
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(Drop – Hypnotic Loop)
Let it be seen.
Let it be seen.
Nothing dissolves
without being seen.
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(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.
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In shadow
glass looks dangerous.
Sharp.
Unwanted.
But when morning touches it
it scatters into color.
Not because it changed
because it was illuminated
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(Drop 2)
Let it be seen.
Let it be seen.
Even the shadow
softens when seen.
Let it be seen.
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(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.
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(Final Lift)
When the light falls softly
authority loosens.
What fades
is not the self
only the fear.
What remains
is quiet knowing.
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(Outro)
Only light.
Only light.
Clarity is quiet.
Let it be seen.
(Fade)