Light House ©

The story — in my words

I wrote this song at a kitchen table at 3:00 AM while watching someone I love carry a weight they weren't ready to talk about. I realized that sometimes, the best way to love someone isn't to fix them or demand to know why they're hurting, but to just keep the porch light on and the room warm. We cut this in a very quiet studio setting because I wanted that feeling of a hushed house where everything is understood without being said. The bridge came later, when I found myself on the other side of that doorstep, realizing that the person I thought I was 'saving' had actually been keeping the light burning for me all along. It’s about the shift from being a savior to just being a partner in the storm.