Bronze on the Stone

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your needle pulls thread through the dark,
stitching worlds from scraps and shadow—
a tin soldier standing tall in fire,
a mermaid's voice traded for feet that bleed.
Your fingers know the architecture of longing,
how to fold paper into kingdoms
where the unloved become luminous,
where sorrow gets a body and a name.

[Chorus]
You taught the broken how to shine,
you made the invisible speak in rhyme,
your scissors cut through what was real
and showed us how the wounded feel—
you proved that pain could be a gift,
that every story lifts.

[Verse 2]
Mirror neurons firing as you watched the world's discarded things,
their suffering mirrored in your cortex, remapped and replayed—
your synaptic plasticity bent toward their hurt,
each tale a new pathway blazing through your brain.
You knew long-term potentiation, the way
repeated sorrow deepens into art,
how myelination wraps the ache in meaning,
turns it luminous under your pen.

[Chorus]
You taught the broken how to shine,
you made the invisible speak in rhyme,
your scissors cut through what was real
and showed us how the wounded feel—
you proved that pain could be a gift,
that every story lifts.

[Bridge]
Your theta waves caught something most missed—
that ugly things deserve their moment,
that the duckling's shame becomes transcendence,
that the little match girl's freezing is grace.
You felt it in your hippocampus, how memory
and ache consolidate into something sacred.

[Chorus]
You taught the broken how to shine,
you made the invisible speak in rhyme,
your scissors cut through what was real
and showed us how the wounded feel—
you proved that pain could be a gift,
that every story lifts.

[Outro]
Your paper soldiers still stand firm,
your mermaids still surrender everything—
and we keep folding your words into our chests,
needle and thread in trembling hands.

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**WORD COUNT: 287 words** ✓