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Before your hunger learned my name
I belonged to morning
You came in the shape of mercy
Soft hands, a careful smile
A face lit by borrowed weather
A warmth that stayed awhile
You praised the gold of my silence
Called tenderness a prayer
But every gift I laid between us
Returned as colder air
I carried your winter in my bloodstream
Mistook your thirst for a wound
I let your darkness call itself love
And answered like the moon
They drank the light
They drank the light
But never touched the sun
They stole the spark
They stole the spark
But I am not undone
Break the thread
Bless the door
What was mine
Returns in gold
From my blood
From my bones
Rose a sun
No mouth could hold
Take. Take. Take.…
Still hollow
Take. Take. Take.…
Still hollow
Still hollow
You built a kingdom out of grievance
Mortared with another's breath
Turned pity into architecture
And guilt into a kind of theft
Love does not feed on borrowed flame
Joy has a river of its own
Light rises under broken skin
What is mine comes home
Circle of salt
Circle of fire
I gather back
My first desire
Thread by thread
I turn within
No trespass now
Beneath my skin
They drank the light
They drank the light
But never touched the sun
They called my fire
Their only warmth
But I remain the one
No chain can live
Where dawn is made
No thief can hold
What will not fade
Out of the bruise
Out of the night
Out of the silence
Rose the light
I am the fire
I am the field
I am a sun
No mouth could hold
The brightest things
Rise within
