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Turning Wounds to Gold by Gerald G. V1 Empty streets, the night still breathing, Cold light burns against my skin, Every loss becomes a shadow, Every shadow pulls me in. Chorus Turning wounds to gold, in the undertow, Bleeding into sound, let the colours flow, From the weight of sorrow, something pure unfolds, Turning pain into beauty, where the silence holds. V2 Fingers trace the cracks in memory, Glass refracts the things we hide, Every chord a quiet confession, Every note a darker sky. Chorus Bridge Scars are lines the light can’t reach, Songs are prayers we cannot speak, Through the static, the truth will show, In the ruin, the flowers grow. Chorus x2
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