Grit & Glass

[Verse 1]
The weight of unbroken things, it crushed me under stone.
So I struck the solid ground, and watched the fault line groan.
A polished surface, hard and bright, a mirror of deceit,
Reflecting back a stranger's eyes, on worn and weary feet.

[Chorus]
I ripped the seam, I broke the mold, the only way to breathe.
Let the fragments scatter far, buried underneath.
Grit in my teeth, from the dust of what it was,
A necessary tremor, fueled by love, or just because.

[Verse 2]
That salt-licked air, the timbered heart, held stories of its own.
Of heavy silence, stacked like strata, built on fragile bone.
I saw the cracks, beneath the shine, where erosion had begun,
And chose to carve the canyon deep, before the setting sun.

[Chorus]
I ripped the seam, I broke the mold, the only way to breathe.
Let the fragments scatter far, buried underneath.
Grit in my teeth, from the dust of what it was,
A necessary tremor, fueled by love, or just because.

[Bridge]
They called it ruin, a wasted grace, a relic to behold.
But in the wreckage, I found space, a future to unfold.
This tectonic shift, a choice I made, a raw and burning plea,
To shed the skin, break the form, and finally be free.

[Outro]
Dust on my boots, facing the tide.
A new horizon, nothing left to hide.