Romans & histoires Shelter Shelter Lyrics

She closed her eyes and began to sing too Sometimes in life, they're questions that need answers You might ask why But you don't see why You try to soar high but things are going down When the ones you love starts backing off And your once bright life starts turning dark But at this point in time, you have to get up Get up and fight the figth Of survival Cos it's all going to be okay soon Yes it's gonna be okay It's gonna be okay It's gonna be OK...aayy Both of them smiled as they hugged each other Nina: it's cold here, let's go inside

Her fingers moved fast, but her gaze never strayed too far from Sarah. They were a team again. Not just sisters, but allies. Builders of something new. "Welcome to the first meeting of Shelter in the Storm," Sarah said, her voice stronger than she felt. "This group was created because too many of us are told to hide. To shrink. To be silent. But not here. Not anymore." A few heads lifted. A young boy in a battered hoodie glanced up, eyes wide. Two girls in matching black eyeliner reached for each other's hands.

Let the rain come down and wash away my tears Let it fill my soul and drown my fears Let it shatter the walls for a new sun... Kalani sang it with a high pitched:::: Let the rain come down and wash away my tears Let it fill my soul and drown my fears Let it shatter the walls for a new sun... A new day has... come Ohhh, a light Hush, now I see a light in your eyes All in the eyes of the boy Kiara sang it with a low and cool voice:::

“For you.” Woah... I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until the first note floats into the air. His voice is soft, raw. Each word feels like it was carved from pieces of my past, my pain, and patched together with hope. (Jon's song): "You were the quiet in the storm, the light behind the door The shadow of a girl who always needed more But even when you shattered, you never disappeared You made a home inside your fear. *I found you in the silence, bruised but still alive A spark beneath the ashes, burning to survive You were never lost, you were always mine to find Even in the dark, you still shine."

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, aye, aye 'Cause I've been staying low, holding back Fighting the feelings that you've been giving And I've been trying to put it all into words But I can't so I'm singing I don't want you thinking That my love's in vain Baby I've been falling for you Been falling back up out your way 'Cause I can't let you lose yourself Looking for me And I can't let you make me your Your everything I just wanna be an escape I just wanna be an escape Baby can we escape, escape, escape? Ooh As I finish everyone begins to applaud for me. " Wow, I love your voice. You sang a song by your name" Grey tries to make a joke which does make sense again.

I'm falling In all the good times, I find myself longing for change And in the bad times, I fear myself I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in I'll never meet the ground Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us We're far from the shallow now In the sha-ha, sha-ha-llow In the sha-ha-sha-la-la-la-llow In the sha-ha, sha-ha-llow We're far from the shallow now With each word he sang, one could feel the passion with which he was singing. Like he was singing for his woman.

After Colton left, the house stopped feeling like a home and became a shelter. There is a difference. A home breathes with you. It holds your routines, your mugs, your books with bent spines, your favourite blanket folded over the couch like a promise. A shelter is temporary. Every window becomes a question. Every creak in the walls becomes a warning dressed as sound. I locked the garage door behind him and stood with my hand on the bolt until my knuckles whitened.

We held hands as we stepped off the elevator—comfortable, easy, the way two people who’d walked through hell together do. Jax waited near the bar—still limping slightly, but standing taller than ever. Mateo beside him—arm around Jax’s waist, both of them smiling like men who’d found their place. Jax hugged me first—tight, brotherly—then Elliott—quick clasp, back slap, the old rivalry long dissolved into something warmer. “You made it,” Jax said, voice rough with emotion. “Wouldn’t miss it,” I replied. The shelter had grown—five locations now, across two countries. Art therapy rooms, dance studios, counseling spaces. Kids who’d once slept on streets now performed spoken word on the small stag

Safety was. "Uhm... Okay, I can try to find you a shelter," I offered gently. "Somewhere with a bed, security, people to care for you. And I'll stay close...check in, help with therapy." She shook her head, more tears streaming. "Shelters are where people ask questions. I've stayed in one before. It's how my uncle tracked me. I just want to be invisible. Please. He'll kill me this time."

Look at me now, I'm falling I can't even talk, still stuttering This ground of mine keeps shaking Oh oh oh, now! All I want to be, yeah all I ever want to be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you All I want to be, yeah all I ever want to be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you