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Finding Me Again 2 by tino

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Finding Me Again 2 by tino - Emotional ballad music cover art

Finding Me Again 2

Emotional ballad

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Soft piano under a low streetlight, A single chord like a slow heartbeat under the streetlight,
I counted the cracks in a photograph, A coffee cup gone cold on a sill, Your name in the steam that never lasts.
There′s a scarf on a chair, like a ghost that forgot to leave, And the city hums gentle truths I couldn’t hear when I believed,
But morning kept its promises, the night gave up its grip, I learned to read the small line on the edge of every slip.
I'm finding me again — in the quiet and the flame, Beneath the tide of tears, beneath the echo of your name,
So I′m faster now, walking out from what I was, This little heart remaps the world and learns to trust, Because, see, failure seems tasteless to me.
I fold the corners of the days we thought would never end, A crack photograph smiles crooked like the lessons of a friend, I fill the mornings with slow coffee and a playlist of my own, Watch light climb over window panes, turning cold stone into home.
The silence taught me how to listen, the small things taught me how to stay, A single streetlamp taught me how to darken, show the way.
I'm finding me again — in the quiet and the flame, Beneath the tide of tears, beneath the echo of your name, So I′m faster now, walking out from what I was, This little heart remaps the world and learns to trust, Because, see, failure seems tasteless to me.
I let your last letter go, I watched it flow like a small bridgeboat, It sailed past the bridge into the morning and I unhooked my throat, I danced alone at dawn on the roof where the city takes a breath, Spinning past the empty traces, stepping light over a depth,
This is the aftermath of change, I don′t keep what keeps me small, I open both my trembling hands and watch the borderlines fall, I'm finding me again — in the hush and in the flame, With a voice that isn′t trembling,
At the weight of your role.