Raw Thread Dawn

[Verse 1]
Whiskey's ghost still stains the air, a frayed, bitter thread.
Sunlight, sharp as regret, unravels the room’s dim pattern overhead.
Dust motes dance in the sliver, weaving silent secrets on the pane.
The briny air outside whispers, a quiet balm to the shame.

[Chorus]
Oh, this raw thread, pulled from deeper than bone.
The truth I finally spun, now starkly shown.
A pattern laid bare under the morning sun.
This honest song, my healing begun.

[Verse 2]
Fingers find the worn guitar, wood still warm from the night.
Last night's laughter, a tattered, fading dye, lost to the creeping light.
But these chords, they stitch the truth, a melody I can't deny.
Each note a knot unpicked, beneath a Shodoshima sky.

[Chorus]
Oh, this raw thread, pulled from deeper than bone.
The truth I finally spun, now starkly shown.
A pattern laid bare under the morning sun.
This honest song, my healing begun.

[Bridge]
Every fray, every tear, a design I chose to keep.
Through tangled loops, a quiet strength begins to creep.
No more hiding in shadows, no more promises unkept.
Just this pattern, bold and deep, a secret I've now wept.

[Chorus]
Oh, this raw thread, pulled from deeper than bone.
The truth I finally spun, now starkly shown.
A pattern laid bare under the morning sun.
This honest song, my healing begun.

[Outro]
The last chord rings, a thread of hope takes flight.
Breaking the silence, embracing the light.