Текст песни
I'm not in crisis—but I'm not at peace
I'm somewhere between standing still and release
The road behind me's cracked and torn
But I'm still here, boots on the floor
There's a song I don't play, but I don't delete
It's easier to carry than to admit defeat
I scroll past it—heart heavy, eyes dry
Some things you hold just to know you tried
This is the passage—between what was and what's next
No maps, no guarantees, just breath in my chest
I'm not lookin' for rescue, not beggin' for more
Just walking the line between mercy and war
Love didn't die, but it ain't the same
Some roots grow sideways when they run out of rain
I'm not the villain, not the broken man
I'm just someone who stayed when I could've ran
I'm not here because I lost
I'm here because I chose
Both hands open
Both feet planted
Both eyes forward
This is the passage—not the end, not the start
Just me, carrying fire in a weathered heart
No victim, no hero, no perfect design
Just a man who won't leave what's still partly mine