Verse 1

The winter room keeps every word you left behind

A folded coat, a rusted key, a photograph gone white

I count the cracks above the bed until the morning breaks

And carry all the names I lost like stones beneath my ribs

Pre-Chorus

If I can breathe through one more hour

If I can stand beneath this weight

The smallest spark is still a promise

That sorrow does not seal my fate

Chorus

I am not healed, but I remain

With broken hands against the rain

The night can keep its frozen throne

I will not vanish, I will go on

Verse 2

The piano finds a minor road through rooms I cannot leave