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Join this channel to get access to perks: / @dark_cloud8818 Title: Scribbled Hearts Lyrics by dark_cloud Audio by Suno v5 Image by Image Creator from Designer Image editing by dark_cloud Video editing in Shotcut by dark_cloud ===================================== Last night I dreamed I had to go, No warning, just the fading light, The things I loved were lined in rows But none felt worth the weight or fight. I’d spent my years surrounding me With things I thought would make me whole. But standing there, it was clear to see That none of them played an important role So I grabbed the journal worn and torn, The gift of love my heart had sworn, Not bought, but built by time and grace, Her scribbled hearts, my sacred place. I’d trade the world, no second guess, For every page she ever blessed. She soothed my soul’s most fragile parts With scribbles, notes, and crooked hearts, She’s out there proving who she is, Each careful move, each choice her own. And somehow in the middle of this, She left me proof that I’m not alone. So I grabbed the journal worn and torn, The gift of love my heart had sworn, Not bought, but built by time and grace, Her scribbled hearts, my sacred place. I’d trade the world, no second guess, For every page she ever blessed. She soothed my soul’s most fragile parts With scribbles, notes, and crooked hearts, Maybe I just miss her laugh, her call, But this dream showed me I had it all. Not a treasure store or trophy wall, But scribbled stars and pencil scrawl. So I held the one thing time can’t steal, That worn-out book, the one that’s real. Filled with scribbled notes and clumsy art And the love poured out into my heart So I grabbed the journal worn and torn, The gift of love my heart had sworn, Not bought, but built by time and grace, Her scribbled hearts, my sacred place. I’d trade the world, no second guess, For every page she ever blessed. She soothed my soul’s most fragile parts With scribbles, notes, and crooked hearts, I used to measure life in things But they all come with hidden strings So dreams like this can still remind, That love’s the one thing we don’t leave behind.