Sekuat Hatimu

Sometimes life gets too rough, as if it has forgotten that it is dealing with a human being, not a piece of armour. It hits, pushes, knocks you off your feet, and suddenly there is a quiet, almost childlike urge to simply snuggle up to someone who once knew how to heal everything with a single glance. Not with words or advice, but with warmth that always knew how to put back together what had fallen apart.

In this song, the pain is not loud - it is tired, worn down by countless attempts to be strong. But with every sigh, you can hear: somewhere out there, there are hands that can turn even defeat into something forgiving. The world may not become softer, but your heart will ease a little if you remember how your mother's song sounded - the one where you could still be a child.