3h • Studio Lounge
Broken But Breathing
Beneath the pressure, I found purpose.
Bruised hands, bold faith, burning through the darkness.
Built from prayers nobody heard but Heaven,
Bound to a promise bigger than my fear.
Bassline heavy.
Breath slow.
Back against the wall — still glowing.
“Breathe…”
That’s what the Spirit whispered before the breakthrough.
Broken chains.
Black skies.
Bright soul.
Born again every time the beat drops.
poetic verse with rhythmic, lyrical elements. (No Matter what Trials and Tribulation we go through keep going forward)
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