Megosztott hang

If you burned the world for me, I would stand against its fury for you, turning fire into faith, and choosing you even when the earth fell silent. If you chased my nightmares from my sleep, I would hold your pain through the longest nights, rocking it gently in my arms, until your sorrow learned the art of rest. If you tended my wounds with trembling care, I would heal you with a kiss unafraid, letting love trace every scar you hide, until broken places felt like home again. And if you loved me