Low tide/ High walls

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.

Atmospheric alt rock. Cold pads, distant drums, airy guitars, deep male vocals, introspective tension, cinematic calm.