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Lyrics
VERSE 1
The storm passed quietly, left me standing in the hush.
Sand in my palms, heartbeat loud enough to crush.
I’m here, but different — something in me cracked.
Survival isn’t glory; it’s the pieces you get back.
VERSE 2
Low tide reveals everything you tried to hide.
Old wounds, old ghosts, bones the waves denied.
I sift through the wreckage with a colder kind of grace.
I’m not drowning anymore, but I’m not the same face.
CHORUS
I built high walls from the wreckage and the pain.
Stone by stone, I learned how to breathe again.
If the tide comes back, let it crash in vain.
I’m not who I was — I’m stronger in my name.
Low tide, high walls — I rise again.
VERSE 3
I built high walls from the driftwood of my past.
Stacked them tall enough to keep the world back.
Not out of fear — no, that part died in the storm.
This is protection, not retreat, a new shape I’ve formed.
VERSE 4
The horizon calls, but I don’t answer fast.
I’ve learned the cost of running toward what never lasts.
Still, the water glimmers like a promise half‑true.
I’ll step close again someday, but not for you.
VERSE 5
For now I breathe steady, feet firm in the sand.
A survivor with boundaries carved by my own hand.
The tide will rise again, but I’ll be ready when it does.
I rebuilt myself stronger — and that’s enough.
Details
GeneratedFeb 23, 2026
Duration3:45
LanguageEnglish
Style
Atmospheric alt rock. Cold pads, distant drums, airy guitars, deep male vocals, introspective tension, cinematic calm.
Credits
Prompt by
Nightshiftradio
NightshiftradioModelAria v5
