Sanctuary

The static fades as the light breaks through

Dawn arrives like a long-lost friend, brand new.

No more ghosts in the rearview, no more cold,

Just two paths realigned, a brand new map to unfold.

We were ink on a park bench, dreaming in the dark,

Shared sketches and melodies, igniting the spark.

We carried the thunder, we wore the salt of the spray,

But the shadows got thin when you were looking my way.

Silent pacts under a starlit sky,

The walls fade away, we’ve opened our eyes.

The gravity’s shifted—there’s no room for fear,

The promises whispered, heavy and clear.

Because home isn't timber, it isn't the stone

It’s the marrow in the secret that we’ve always known.

A sanctuary carved from the chaos we’ve faced,

In the lines of your palms, I’ve found my place.

The future is loud, but your heartbeat is peace,

In this garden of static, you’re my relief.

Canvas of bruises, now colors of gold,

A story of grit and childhood memories finally told.

We sang through the fever, we stood through the drought,

Trading the 'maybe' for a life without doubt.

It’s a weave of the wreckage, a beautiful mend,

A beginning that knows it won't have an end.

Tie the knot, pull the thread,

Leave the "could-haves" for the dead.

Build the rafters, paint the hall,

You’re the one who breaks my fall.

Not a destination, not a plot of ground,

Just the rarest frequency we’ve finally found.

Because home isn't timber, it isn't the stone

It’s the marrow in the secret that we’ve always known.

A sanctuary carved from the chaos we’ve faced,

In the lines of your palms, I’ve found my place.

The future is loud, but your heartbeat is peace,

In this garden of static, you’re my relief.

So here’s to the mileage, the long-distance run,

To the story that’s only just begun.

It’s not four walls and a roof overhead,

It’s the pulse in your wrist, it’s the words that we shared.

With each passing day, our story is spun...

Home isn’t a place.

No, home is someone.