They say black is where love goes to die,
a hollow ache, a stain, a lie,
but I see more than empty night,
I feel the calm beneath the fight.
They call it shadow, call it pain,
but to me, it’s just the rain.
Black isn’t quiet, it hides its own cost,
the depth you see comes at a loss.
A color they flinch from, heavy and cold,
like the weight of a story too dark to hold.
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Chorus
Black is the anthem, the scream they don’t hear,
not hollow, not empty, but steady and clear.
More than absence, more than decay,
black is the strength that won’t fade away.
It never fades, it never fades,
It never fades, it never fades.
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You call it void, you call it grief,
but black’s the night that brings relief,
a place to breathe when light is gone,
when silence waits to carry on.
It cradles stars too bright for day,
a depth where shadows fade away.
Yet black conceals what we don’t face,
a shelter that swallows, a quiet disgrace.
It’s more than calm; it’s a heavy truth,
a shadowed burden we can’t undo.
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Chorus
Black is the anthem, the scream they don’t hear,
not hollow, not empty, but steady and clear.
More than absence, more than decay,
black is the strength that won’t fade away.
It never fades, it never fades,
It never fades, it never fades.
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Black is roots, the earth, the coal,
the grounding force that fills the whole,
not a void but a place to grow,
a keeper of all that we don’t show.
You see it heavy, you call it loss,
but I see it holding what life has cost.
Maybe it’s shelter, maybe it’s home,
but black’s where shadows roam alone.
A color misunderstood, unseen,
an anthem hidden beneath the sheen.
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Final Chorus
Black is the anthem, the scream they don’t hear,
not hollow, not empty, but steady and clear.
More than absence, more than decay,
black is the strength that won’t fade away.
It never fades, it never fades,
It never fades, it never fades.
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Outro
Black, the quiet, the unseen,
holding all the weight between—
it’s more than shadow, more than night,
black is where I find the light.
