Letras
In a small town painted in black and white,
Sunday bells tell them wrong from right.
Two shadows walking a careful line,
Hands in pockets, hearts intertwined.
They learned the rules before they learned their names,
What's holy love, what's called a shame.
So they lower their eyes when prayers are said,
And carry truth they never spread.
Every word they don't say weighs a ton,
Every look feels like a loaded gun.
They love in whispers, they love in the dark,
Hide the fire, still feel the spark.
Called a sin by the voices they trust,
But love doesn't bend, love doesn't rust.
If heaven is truth, then heaven knows
A love like theirs still grows.
At the dinner table, smiles are worn,
Talk of weddings, babies, norms.
Their names are never said the same,
As if silence could change their flame.
The church doors open, the hymns rise high,
Words of mercy, rules of why.
They kneel and pray for something new,
Not to be changed—just to make it through.
Faith feels heavy when love's denied,
But their hearts won't pick a side.
They love in whispers, they love in the dark,
Hide the fire, still feel the spark.
Called a sin by the voices they trust,
But love doesn't bend, love doesn't rust.
If heaven is truth, then heaven knows
A love like theirs still grows.
Maybe one day the doors will widen,
Stones will fall from trembling hands.
What was feared will be understood,
And love will stand where judgment stood.
Until that day, they hold on tight,
Borrowing hope from stolen light.
Even if the world says "no,"
Their hearts still say, "This love is whole."
If God is love, then God can see
Two souls just trying to be free.
In a world that told them to hide their flame,
They loved anyway, and love remained.