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Colors of the Heart 2 by Lizanné Breedt

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Colors of the Heart 2

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[Verse 1]
The sidewalk cracks beneath my shoes, a glittered map of days I refuse
To smooth away the dents and scars, each one a pulse that writes who we are
Fingers tracing shadows on the wall, where laughter slipped and teardrops fall
Painted skies that stretch too wide, I catch my breath but won’t hide
[Pre-Chorus]
Broken strings and midnight calls, every bruise a story that enthralls
In every shade, my truth lays bare — in tangled chords of open air
[Chorus]
I’m the fire in the quiet storm, the storm that bends but won’t conform
Colors flare inside my chest, wild and loud, I’m never less
Burning slow in every part, painting the colors of the heart
I’m alive, and there’s no art, that matches the colors of the heart
[Verse 2]
Fingertips soaked in yesterday’s rain, tracing lines where hope leaves stains
The crowd fades out but I’m still here, strung on moments sharp and clear
Room spins with the songs unsung, echoes caught on tired lungs
I wear my cracks like secret marks, where the light breaks through the dark
[Pre-Chorus]
Chasing notes that float and fall, voices rise in velvet halls
Every thread I’ve dared to start — woven deep inside my heart
[Chorus]
I’m the fire in the quiet storm, the storm that bends but won’t conform
Colors flare inside my chest, wild and loud, I’m never less
Burning slow in every part, painting the colors of the heart
I’m alive, and there’s no art, that matches the colors of the heart
[Bridge]
No filter on the bruised and bold, the stories raw, the moments told
I’m tangled in the vivid fight, the darkest hues, the brightest light
[Chorus]
I’m the fire in the quiet storm, the storm that bends but won’t conform
Colors flare inside my chest, wild and loud, I’m never less
Burning slow in every part, painting the colors of the heart
I’m alive, and there’s no art, that matches the colors of the heart
[Outro]
So let the canvas stretch and bend, these colors bleed until the end
Not just shades that fade or part — but the living colors of the heart
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