Bones of Our Love

(instrumental only)

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I was lying in the dust, under centuries of quiet,

Hollowed by the waiting, by the echo of the riot.

But you… you laid your hands upon the ruin I became,

And every fracture shifted when you whispered out my name.

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Love is delicate—

a tremor in the bones beneath the skin,

A quiet resurrection pulling life from where it’s been.

If these remnants speak,

let them bleed the truth you gave me,

Every broken piece in harmony, engraving—

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Show my bones… let them rise with everything you left in me,

All the hollow places filled with your divinity.

If the world unearths the body I became,

May they hear your heartbeat

in the marrow of my name.

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Pain becomes a lantern

when the night is absolute.

Hope becomes a river

running through the resolute.

I carry both; they fuse in quiet symmetry,

Past and present tangled in a soft, unfolding liturgy.

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I still feel your warmth

in the cooling of the dust…

In the quiet of the grave,

your touch is what I trust.

Love beyond the body,

love beyond the abyss—

If my bones are all that’s left,

let them testify to this.

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Show my bones… let them rise with everything you left in me,

All the hollow spaces singing with your energy.

If the world unearths the body I became,

May they hear your heartbeat

in the marrow of my name.

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And if they find me sleeping

in the soil I outgrew,

Know the life within my silence

still belongs to you.

Carved into my spirit,

held beyond control—

Even after death,

you are written in my soul.

Bones of our love, they’ll never disappear!

Echoes of passion, they’ll always hear!

Even in death, we find a way!

Love living on, history will say!