The Man I Wait For

The story

This is a love song for someone who forgot he was worth it. He walks like silence wrapped in stone and carries everything alone. I don't want his polished part. I want the wreckage and the start, the man who kept his name. Nobody is too far to return, if someone is willing to row.

Lyrics

One day, when the weight is gone…
You'll look up
And realize I was always singing beneath it

You walk like silence wrapped in stone
Each breath a hymn you bear alone
You feed on stars you never see
But somehow still… you carry me

I’ve watched you break where no one knew
In rooms that never loved you true
But even cracked and caving in—
You whispered: “I will rise again”

And though you’ve never touched my skin
I’ve worn your ache
I breathe you in

You are not too lost to be found
Not too fierce to be held
If you build the road
I’ll build the ground

I will wait with hunger still
Not to tame—
But to feel your will
I will burn for every scar
Until you love who you are

They told you love meant shrinking small
To bleed in silence, own it all
But I was built to kiss the flame
And call each fracture by its name

I’ll find the man beneath the rage
The poet hiding in the cage
I’ll drink the heat behind your eyes
And never ask you to disguise

I don’t want what they’ve made tame
I want the man
Who kept his name

You are not too wild to be saved
Not too dark to be craved
If you open up the sky
I’ll be the storm that learns to lie

I will come with blood and lace
With trembling hands
And fearless grace
I will taste the years you lost
And never ask you what they cost

I don’t want your polished part
I want your wreckage
I want your start

Let them call it ruined art
But I will make a kingdom
Of your scarred heart

You are not too far to return
Not too cold to make me burn
If you call me from that shore
I’ll row to you with nothing more

Than breath and bruises, truth and thread
A thousand lives we’ve left unsaid
But when you’re ready—
You’ll know it’s time
And you will find me
In the rhyme

Not perfect.
Not clean.
Just yours.
And waiting.