In the quiet of the night, I bleed,
Where shadows dance, and wounds still plead.
A heart once whole, now torn apart,
But I embrace this aching art.

For every tear that falls in vain
Is just another song of pain,
A melody that carves its way
Through endless dark to light the day.

I do not run, I do not hide,
I let the sorrow sit inside.
For in its depth, I...