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There’s a picture on the dresser, faded, worn, and still,
your smile’s a ghost that lingers where the night stands still.
I look for forgiveness at the bottom of a prayer,
but every echo tells me you’re everywhere.
I’m living in the shadow of my own heart,
trying to mend what’s been torn apart.
Every tear of truth, every aching scar,
still walking through the shadow of my own heart.
The dawn comes cold where your laughter used to fall,
I whisper to the silence, but it answers not at all.
I’m not chasing redemption, I’ve walked that road before,
just searching for a reason to keep opening this door.
Maybe sorrow is a teacher,
maybe pain’s a friend in disguise.
If love is the fire that burned me,
then the ashes will help me rise.
I’m living in the shadow of my own heart,
not breaking down, just playing my part.
Every scar’s a map, every wound a spark,
guiding me home from the shadow of my own heart.