[Intro – breathy whisper, piano bloom]
Two hearts… one story…
and I’m somewhere in between.
[Verse 1]
I grew up learning to read emotions
that weren’t spoken out loud.
Dad’s silence was a language of its own,
one that said more in the pauses than in the words.
Mom’s softness was a light that flickered
between exhaustion and hope.
Sometimes I felt like a bridge—
a place they crossed without realizing
they were wearing cracks into me.
But even then, I knew they loved me
in ways they didn’t always know how to show.
I watched them break quietly,
slow enough that nobody noticed
until the pieces were already on the floor.
[Pre-Chorus]
But from the brokenness,
I learned to be whole.
From their shadows,
I learned to shine on my own.
[Chorus]
I’m the space between their hearts—
the echo of their softer parts.
I’m the hope they tried to give,
even when they barely knew how to live.
I know they tried,
I know they hurt,
and I love them anyway.
[Verse 2]
Dad thought distance was protection,
but I needed presence, not perfection.
Mom thought strength meant silence,
but I needed honesty, not quietness.
Still, I carry their best pieces—
his gentle hands,
her tender heart,
their shared wish that I would grow
into someone softer than their pasts.
And I did.
Because of them.
Because of everything they couldn’t say
but wanted to.
[Bridge – emotional lift]
Maybe healing is a three-way road—
not pretty, not perfect,
but possible.
Maybe we can choose
to meet in the middle
and rewrite what hurt us.
[Final Chorus]
I’m the space between their hearts,
holding the good, forgiving the scars.
I’m the proof that love survives
even when the past divides.
I love you both—
in the ways you taught me,
and the ways you didn’t know how to.
[Outro – soft layered harmonies from parents’ songs faintly behind her]
I’m right here…
and I choose us…
again.
