Love That Heals

Verse

I'm tired of carrying ghosts in my skin, tired of men who broke me from within. First wound came from blood of my own, left me fatherless, left me alone. Little girl preyed on by broken hands, conditioned love I couldn't withstand. Even bore children to a man of chains, my body a witness to unspoken pain.

Pre-chorus

I never learned how to be loved, only how to survive what was done. But I still believe in something real, a love that sees the scars I conceal.

Chorus

I'm not searching, I'm waiting still, for a love that holds, a love that heals. Be patient with the past I bring, don't try to fix, don't change a thing. Show my children something true, a world of light they never knew. Love is vision, love is proof, not just whispers in a room.

Verse

I married a monster, called it a vow, survived the wreck, I'm breathing now. Every scar is a story untold, every silence a weight I hold. But I'm still here, I'm still alive, waiting for love that lets me thrive. Not perfection, just something kind, a soul that sees and doesn't mind.

Pre-chorus

I never learned how to be loved, only how to survive what was done. But I still believe in something real, a love that sees the scars I conceal.

Chorus

I'm not searching, I'm waiting still, for a love that holds, a love that heals. Be patient with the past I bring, don't try to fix, don't change a thing. Show my children something true, a world of light they never knew. Love is vision, love is proof, not just whispers in a room.

Bridge

Don't just kiss me, make me whole, trace the corners of my soul. Rescue my life with steady hands, not as a father, not as a plan. Be the love that shows my kids, that hope is real, that joy exists.

Chorus

I'm not searching, I'm waiting still, for a love that holds, a love that heals. Be patient with the past I bring, don't try to fix, don't change a thing. Show my children something true, a world of light they never knew. Love is vision, love is proof, not just whispers in a room.

Outro

And when the pieces feel too scattered, grace will gather them in holy hands. What was broken will be remembered, and love will write the final plan.