Shadows on Her Skin

(Verse 1)
She hides the bruises underneath a long-sleeved lie,
Whispers to the mirror, “Why am I still alive?”
Every step feels like walking on broken glass,
Heartbeats counting down until the next attack.
She keeps her voice quiet, keeps her tears inside,
Trapped in a house where even daylight dies.

(Pre-Chorus)
And she wonders in the silence of the night,
If disappearing might end the endless fight…

(Chorus)
But the shadows on her skin don’t tell her story whole,
There’s a spark inside her chest he’ll never control.
The darkness tells her ending it would make the pain stop,
But somewhere far away, a hand waits at the top.
She’s drowning in a cycle she can barely survive,
But help is coming — to pull her back to life.

(Verse 2)
He breaks her spirit long before he raises his fist,
She fades a little more each time the anger hits.
Her mind repeats the poison he carved into her bones,
“Without me,” he threatens, “you’ll be forever alone.”
She curls into herself like a ghost that wants to flee,
Begging silently for someone to hear her plea.

(Pre-Chorus)
And the thought creeps in again, cold and thin:
“Maybe the world would be better if I wasn’t in it…”

(Chorus)
But the shadows on her skin don’t tell her story whole,
There’s a spark inside her chest he’ll never control.
The darkness tells her ending it would make the pain stop,
But somewhere far away, a hand waits at the top.
She’s drowning in a cycle she can barely survive,
But help is coming — to pull her back to life.

(Bridge)
One night she breaks, whispers, “I can’t do this anymore…”
Her voice so small it barely reaches the door.
But someone hears — a neighbor, a friend,
Someone who won’t let this be her end.
A light cuts through the dark she’s sinking in,
Reaching out to lift her from the violence and the sin.

(Final Chorus)
The shadows on her skin start slowly to fade,
As she steps beyond the fear that kept her afraid.
The darkness screamed that ending it was the only way,
But a stranger’s kindness helped her see another day.
She’s fragile, but breathing — no longer forced to survive,
And she’s learning gently what it means to stay alive.

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