Sekuat Hatimu

Sometimes life gets too rough, as if it has forgotten that it is dealing with a human being, not a piece of armor. It hits, pushes, knocks you down, and then suddenly there is a quiet, almost childlike impulse - just to snuggle up to the one who once knew how to heal everything with a single glance. Not with words, not with 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.