I am the Thread

There’s a pain that never speaks, hiding deep inside my soul. I slowly fold into myself, looking for a door I can’t find. My mind keeps running, never still, caught inside a storm of feelings. Every thought’s another way to run, every breath’s a fight to breathe. And I stay here, even when it hurts, in this silent scream that’s calling out my name. So I stop, I don’t run anymore. I let the fear move through me, and I learn to breathe once more. I’m not searching for the thread, I am the thread. I hold my pain close and learn to breathe again. In the dark, there shines a light I never knew was mine, and it softly leads me to the life that grows inside. Oh oh ooooh Oh oh ooooh Oh oh ooooh I walk slow, with no direction, no compass and no plan. I don’t know if it’s fear or tiredness, but I can’t find my way back home. Then I feel my heart beat again, different, deeper, real. It’s not fear — it’s my voice returning. And I stay here, on a thousand roads. Every wound’s a key that opens up the home I’ve lost. I’m not searching for the thread, I am the thread. I walk through my maze with the quiet steps of one who’s finding peace inside. In my weakness, I find strength, ’cause I’m not dying — I’m being reborn. Oh oh ooooh Oh oh ooooh Oh oh ooooh I look within but see no more, the thread has broken down. I’m alone inside this maze, lost in fear and doubt. I walk slow, without a voice, the walls are whispering low. Every echo asks a question I no longer know. But the dark’s not my enemy, it’s just the night before the dawn. No maps, no answers needed — I’ll trust my breath and let it lead me on. I’m not searching for the thread, I am the thread. I don’t fear the road anymore, it’s part of who I am. Every tear has made me whole, every scar has made me human. Now I walk with my head high, in the love I hold inside. There is peace. There is light. There is me.