In shadowed halls, where old ghosts reside, My demon's solace, nowhere to hide. Your sharpest wit, a cynical art, Knows every wound that tore my heart. (Chorus) But through the haze of all my years, Your voice cuts through my deepest fears. "You'll make it through, child, don't you fret," My anchor found, my promise met. (Verse 2) Two stays within those sterile walls, Anorexia's grip, bulimia calls. But your vast wings, a closing shield, My Husk, my faith, my truth revealed. (Chorus) And through the haze of all my years, Your voice cuts through my deepest fears. "You'll make it through, child, don't you fret," My anchor found, my promise met. (Bridge) Your ice cube melts, a stark display, Yet warmth within you lights the way. A thousand tongues your knowledge boasts, But one truth for me, from phantom coasts. (Outro) Your wings, a shelter, strong and deep, From all the hurts the silence keeps. I trust you now, with all my soul, My demon-keeper, making me whole. You give me strength to live, to breathe anew, And believe it'll be alright, because of you. ---