[Intro]
In a quiet room where moonlight pours, I hear your breath, Ciel, at the door.
A vow soft as a candle flame, to hold you when the night gets hard.
[Verse 1]
Ciel, you were dawn in a weathered sky, a stubborn flame I swore I’d tend.
We built our names in whispers and prayers, where every fall could teach us how to mend.
Bond like roots beneath old wood, you stood by me when I forgot to stand.
In every bruise of pride we wore, I learned to see you as more than a man.
[Pre-Chorus]
If I stumble, you’re there to ground me, if you rise, I lift you too.
In this circle of weathered hands, we learn what brothers are supposed to do.
[Chorus]
Ciel, I stay through your storm and shine, even when your questions spill like rain.
Our loyalty roots through time and doubt, guiding us back to the place we began again.
Hold fast, my brother, through ache and dust, till faith and fear become one refrain.
[Verse 2]
You faced the echo of your own raw doubt, a mirror I could not repaint.
I fed your courage with quiet deeds, with promises carved from stubborn faith.
Personal storms carved valleys in your chest, growth is the climb we hate to request.
Yet in each scar, a map you drew inward, leading us home to a common crest.
[Pre-Chorus]
If I falter, you steady me with mercy born of shared scars,
In every breath we choose the path of repair, repairing the broken parts.
[Chorus]
Ciel, I stay through your storm and shine, even when your questions spill like rain.
Our loyalty roots through time and doubt, guiding us back to the place we began again.
Hold fast, my brother, through ache and dust, till faith and fear become one refrain.
[Bridge]
When the world asks who you are, we answer in the language of hands clasped tight.
Two souls learned to grow side by side, under the patient witness of the night.
[Chorus]
Ciel, I stay through your storm and shine, even when your questions spill like rain.
Our loyalty roots through time and doubt, guiding us back to the place we began again.
Hold fast, my brother, through ache and dust, till faith and fear become one refrain.
[Outro]
So we walk forward, lanterns low, in the hush where vows become our light.
Ciel, in this circle we belong, brothers bound by love and endless night.
