THE QUIET FIGHT – DAVID VESTURE
She wakes before the sunlight
Puts the kettle on again
Stares into the windows silence
Like an old familiar friend
Her heart is holding hurricanes
The world will never see
But she keeps her breathing steady
For the ones who need her peace
It’s the quiet fight
No one hears in the dead of night
The battle waged behind the eyes
Where every tear is trained to hide
She carries storms she’ll never name
And somehow still survives the day
No one knows the price she pays
In the quiet fight
He laughs a little louder
Than he ever really feels
Tells a joke avoids the questions
Masks the wounds that never heal
If you look a little closer
There a flicker in his smile
A signal from a breaking heart
That’s been losing for a while
It’s the quiet fight
No one hears in the dead of night
The battle waged behind the eyes
Where every tear is trained to hide
He carries storms he never name
And somehow still survives the day
No one knows the price he pays
In the quiet fight
Maybe were all walking wounded
Shadows stitched beneath our clothes
Maybe every soul is trembling
More than anyone can know
What a miracle of kindness
It would be to stop and see
That the ones who seem the strongest
Are the ones who barely breathe
In the quiet fight
Where the heart keeps holding on for life
Where broken voices try to rise
And dreams learn how to stay alive
We carry storms we never name
But still we love we try again
Maybe thats the proof of grace
In the quiet fight
ON ITUNES & SPOTIFY