Graceful

[Verse 1]
I walk out into the quiet
Streetlights hum like distant choirs
There’s a weight behind my breathing
Like the sky is leaning in
And something in me opens
Not gently
But like a wound remembering itself
[soft falsetto lift enters here]

[Verse 2]
Your voice still moves through me
Not as memory
But as weather
Changing the shape of everything it touches
I hold the railing by the river
Let the cold rise through my hands
Just to feel something that doesn’t fade

[Verse 3]
There’s a trembling in the night air
As if the stars are listening
I try to speak
But the words fall through
Like water through broken fingers
So I stand there
Letting the silence become the truth

[Bridge]
I keep waiting
For your shadow to return to mine
But the door never opens
The wind never speaks your name
All that remains
Is this slow, unfolding ache
[angelic vocal stacks here — “ahh” progression, rising 2 bars]

[Verse 4]
If grace is real
Let it find me here
Bare, unguarded, undone
Let it cut through the heaviness
The way moonlight cuts the tide
Not to save me
Just to let me know I’m seen

[Outro]
And I fall
Not downward
But through the centre of myself
Where the quiet finally breaks open
Into something almost holy