Patches on My Soul

Verse 1
You traced the scars on my shoulder blade,Said, “Baby, who carved the man you became?”I told you pieces, not the whole damn truth—Some things are buried in desert youth.But your fingers moved gentle as midnight rain,Soft enough to calm the shame.And in that moment on your porch swing light,I felt war leaving just a little that night.
Verse 2
You held my dog tags like they were holy,Said, “These ain’t chains, they’re your story.”I breathed you in like a long-lost prayer,Finally felt something besides despair.Every kiss felt like stitching doneBy steady hands that don’t come undone.Girl, your love’s so soft it could make me whole—Feathered patches on my broken soul.
Pre-Chorus
I ain’t easy, but you make me feelLike even the shattered parts can heal.
Chorus
You lay your hands on me so kind,Like you’re smoothing edges of a troubled mind.Every whisper pulls me in tight—Your love hits warm like firelight.I’m finally losing what war stole—In your feathered patchesOn my soul.
Bridge
Healing never came in uniforms—It came in you, soft and warm.