Story
“Where the Light Lives” began as a line in a notebook: a reminder that healing often starts quietly—one honest word, one open window, one friend who stays. The arrangement keeps things gentle so the lyrics can breathe.
Lyrics (excerpt)
I’ve danced with sorrow, slept next to fear,
But you were the song I needed to hear,
Your hands don’t just hold, they understand,
You carry my heart like sacred land...