Single
Hearts Echo
24 August 2014
Grief given shape in steel and stone — and the grace found inside the stillness it leaves behind.
Lyrics
A hollow frame of steel and stone, Bent by the grief I call my own. In Gyorgy's work, I find my face, A quiet void, an empty space. Where once was light, now shadows fall, A heart undone, consumed by all. Each breath I take, a heavy sigh, As memories slowly drift and die. The weight of loss, too deep to bear, It lingers, shapeless in the air. Like that sculpture, I bend, I break, A vessel filled with silent ache. Yet in this stillness, there's a grace, A deeper truth that holds its place. Through hollow pain, I come to see, Even in grief, there's space to be. Yet in this stillness, there's a grace, Yet in this stillness, there's a grace, Yet in this stillness, there's a grace, A deeper truth. Through hollow pain, I come to see, Even in grief, there's space to be. Ohhhh ohhhhh Hearts Echo…