The sun bleeds gold on these ancient hills,
As chimney smoke rises and the valley stills.
Through midnight doubts and morning grace,
We learn the shape of hope in every scar we trace.
I've been broken before, you've been too,
Yet somehow the cracks just let more light through.
Your name is a prayer I don't rehearse,
A blessing, a dare, and a beautiful curse.
On these cobblestone paths where shadows grow long,
You're the melody turning my silence to song.
The church bells echo through the mountain air,
And I taste forever in the dusk we share.
If the world falls quiet or pulls us apart,
I'll find you again by the beat of your heart.
No map, no reason, no promise in ink,
Just trust on the edge where we're daring to think.
In this village of stone where our stories entwine,
Your breath on my neck feels like sacred wine.
So take my hand when the night pulls us thin,
Let's lose, let's win, let's keep stumblin' in.
'Cause love's not safe, it's a glorious sin,
And I'll choose you again — every time — stumblin' in.
With the mountains as witness and stars burning bright,
I'll stumble with you through every twilight.
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