Faultline of Fifteen

[Verse 1]
Faded faces on a damp-stained wall,
Whispered words I swore I’d never let fall.
Outside, the mountain held its breath in stone,
Just dust and roots where seeds of self were sown.

[Chorus]
That fault line of fifteen, still runs deep in my bones,
A silent tremor through the shifting stones.
Every scar on the strata, a truth I still own.

[Verse 2]
The years rolled by like sediment and rust,
Pounding streets dissolved those heroes into dust.
But in the quiet hum of every working day,
That crystalline promise wouldn't break away.

[Bridge]
The weight of mountains pressed, a slow, grinding force,
Trying to bury the hope, shift its course.
But the core remains, an unyielding vein.

[Outro]
Still carrying that vow, a stone in my pocket,
Against the ceaseless churn, into the dark socket.