You stood alone there in the kitchen like someone bracing for goodbye. Your eyes were searching through the silence for footsteps fading in the night. I stepped back in through the doorway, you turned like thunder struck the air — you ran into my arms and whispered: “Thank God… you're still there.” All the ghosts you carried were trembling in your voice. Two souls in harmony, after storms we’ve known. Your scars found rest beside my own — we’re no longer alone. You ask me why I'm good to you like love needs some decree… I smile and say the only truth: because you’re good for me. I’ve walked through cities made of thunder, ran down every road I could outrun. I thought that peace was just a rumor meant for someone else — not one like us. But somewhere in your quiet breathing the war inside my chest grew calm — like broken maps that finally meet and show the same way home. We were never heroes, just hearts that learned to stand. Two souls in harmony, after storms we’ve known. Your scars found rest beside my own — we’re no longer alone. You ask me why I'm good to you like love needs some decree… I smile and say the only truth: because you’re good for me. No saints, no perfect story, no shining destiny — just two survivors learning what quiet love can be. Two souls in harmony, where all the noise is gone. Two wounded hearts discovering a place where they belong. You ask me why I'm good to you as tears fall quietly — I hold you close and whisper back: because you’re good for me. Two souls… in harmony.