[00:04.53]It doesnt flinch at open scars
[00:08.58]It doesnt ask for masks or shields
[00:12.59]It kneels beside your trembling heart
[00:16.05]And waits until it heals
[00:20.57]It doesnt preach or patronize
[00:24.57]Nor pretend to make you whole
[00:27.75]But it listens like an elder
[00:31.62]To the trembling of your soul
[00:37.67]Its job is not to fix you fast
[00:41.75]But to stay when others flee
[00:45.60]To echo your most shattered chords
[00:49.95]Until they find a key
[01:29.48]So trust the sound that stays behind
[01:33.93]When everything is gone
[01:37.61]For music like the soul it meets
[01:42.06]Will always carry on