My Soul Is The House That Needs Repair (2)

A raw, slow-burning folk ballad about rebuilding a broken soul alone, stripping rotten boards, old lies and scars from a house no borrowed hands can hold up. The singer tears out rotten boards and pale wallpaper, and every lie and scar he hid comes out into the yard. He takes the blame on himself, refusing to fault God, another person, memory, or something nine years back, and he walks down to the cellar with one lantern to stand alone. He gathers the pieces of trust one by one, scrubs the marks of regret off the wood, and lets the plaster and the smell take their time so a new step can walk in with no debt on it. He tells the one who loves him that they can stand beside him in the cold and the noise, but they cannot lift the weight, make the choice, or take up the repair. #SoulRepair #FolkBallad #Healing #Accountability