Her

First full acoustic sketch:

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LYRICS:

“Her”

I don’t know where to run

I don’t know where to hide anymore

I don’t know where to find myself

When everyone seems to have someone else

Well maybe my…

Maybe my someone else is me

I only see the sun

I don’t know how to see in the dark

I never learned to love myself

When everything seems to need someone else

Well maybe my…

Maybe my someone else is me

Maybe my…

Maybe my someone else is…

She’s in the dark like a cold new moon

Deep in the heart under every wound

Not the cause of the pain 

But a silent song to soothe:

“Here where we are is enough for me and for you…”

(Instrumental section, build to rock-out)

She’s in the dark like a cold new moon

Deep at the heart of your every wound

Not the cause of the pain 

Just a silent song to soothe:

“Here where we are is enough for me… 

It’s enough for me and for you…”

SONG LORE

Writing Process

This was one of those rare instances where a guitar riff and lyric appeared almost simultaneously. One night, feeling moody, I stumbled into that opening guitar melody. As soon as it arrived, I opened my mouth and sang whatever words surfaced. The result was the first verse, nearly intact, the vocal melody following the same guitar melody that came to me.

The rest of the song was more of a wrestle. I knew what I wanted it to express, but I kept circling through metaphors, trying to find the right one to carry the meaning. When the image of the new moon finally appeared, it clicked. Everything locked into place, and I knew I had found it.

Sometimes I feel like songs are already written somewhere out in the ether. My role isn’t to invent them but to remember them.

Song Meaning

For as long as I can remember, I’ve wrestled with belonging. Almost every stage of my life has carried that same question: Where do I fit? I looked outward for answers, hoping another person, community, or belief system would provide it. Only in the last few years have I begun to look inward instead.

What if there was a part of me that had always been waiting? A part that didn’t demand I prove myself, didn’t judge or withdraw, but simply held me as I am. Not an outside entity, but something within.

As I’ve leaned into that, I’ve discovered it’s true. Somewhere deep in my mind and heart is a presence that is nurturing, caring, and endlessly loving. A part of me that reminds me it’s okay to feel, okay to cry, okay to embrace emotion fully. A part that knows it’s okay to receive love as much as it longs to give it. That presence is what belonging feels like.

Most of my life I have left that part of me “in the dark.” But like the new moon, just because it isn’t always visible doesn’t mean it’s gone. Hidden in the shadow, it remains steady, quiet, and soothing, always there when I need it most.

Some people call this tender inner presence the Divine Feminine. I simply call it… Her.