Your Name Is Holy

Dj.DamianR -  Love Without Hypocrisy

“Everything I Swallowed” is the emotional heart of the album. It voices the quiet cost of emotional repression, all the truths we bury to keep the peace. This is where the internal pressure finally rises, not to explode, but to be heard. It’s a slow purge, a soft reckoning.

Everything I Swallowed

Boots in the wind, thunder like feet
Tima stirs under her lion-sheet
The night tiptoes in, wearing its roar
She pads across the soft-matted floor

My hand finds hers before she can ask
Mam lifts the covers, no need for a task
She wriggles between us, breath warm and shy
Mam whispers “Dw i yma. Dim byd i ofni.”

It’s cwtsh o’clock, the storm can wait
Snuggled up close behind the gate
Wrapped in arms, under soft night thread
No monsters live in this bed

Morning is slow, soft light on her cheeks
She hides in the covers, and barely speaks
“You snored like a dragon,” I say with a grin
She giggles, then pulls Mam's jumper in

“I just came in... to check the rain.”
“Of course you did,” Mam laughs again
Toast in the kitchen, the kettle sings
Peace held together with butter and strings

It’s cwtsh o’clock, with tea and jam
A hug on toast from Dad and Mam
A moment, a glance, a knitted sock —
That’s all it takes to turn the clock

We walk the Twmp in the Labour Day sun
Mam plants seeds where the hill has none
“For the bees,” she says, “and the dreams we keep”
Tima yawns, but she doesn’t sleep

I carry her up as the wind leans low
“There’s someone big and quiet below”
She places her ear on the mossy stone
“Bran’s still here — he just sleeps alone”

“He heard the storm,” she softly said
“Maybe even giants need a bed.”

It’s cwtsh o’clock on a mossy spine
Even the hill knows the warmth of time
A mountain hug, a seed, a sigh —
Even Bran’s heart breathes the sky

Eira arrives with paint-stained hands
They draw up castles and mountain lands
A bear with wings, a fox that grins
A moon that cwtshes everything in

Evening comes like a lullaby breeze
They fall asleep in a pile of knees
Mam tucks the blanket, brushes their hair
Says “Cwtshiau always find you there.”

It’s cwtsh o’clock, again, again
At midnight, noon, or half past ten
It’s not on clocks, or written down —
It’s when love’s there to wrap you round

“I keep one for you in every room.”

Cwtsh o’Clock

Verse
I took down all the photographs
But the wall still wears your past
I sleep on one side of the bed
And talk to spaces in my head

Verse 2
I moved to where the noise is loud
But you still find me in the crowd
I laugh at things you’d never get
Then realize… you’re not here yet

Pre-Chorus 
We said we’d be okay with time
But some hearts stay stuck in rewind
I never told you what I meant
I never asked you where it went

Chorus 
You’re still in my room
Though your things are gone
You still breathe at night
Like you belong
And I don’t call, but I still write
Letters I’ll never send in the light
We walked away too soon
But you're still in my room

Verse 3 
I find your voice in quiet songs
The ones I skipped for far too long
Now every chord just pulls me near
To everything I didn’t hear

Verse 4
I dress like I forgot your name
But it still hits me just the same
I miss your keys, your clumsy pace
The way you filled my empty space

Pre-Chorus
If I had stayed another night…
Would we have tried to make it right?
Or did we end the way we should?
Then why does this still feel so good?

Chorus
You’re still in my room
Like a song replayed
Still in the air
That never fades
I change the sheets, I paint the walls
But nothing breaks the way it falls
I say I’ve moved — it’s not quite true
You’re still in my room

Bridge
I still dream of what we lost
And wonder if we paid the cost
For walking out without a word
When maybe… love just needed to be heard

Final Chorus
You’re still in my room
Like you never left
In every breath
I haven’t kept
And maybe love was meant to bloom
But now it grows in quiet gloom
We said goodbye…
But not too soon
Because you're still…
Still in my room

I took down all the photographs

Satans biggest crime is identity theft
Speaking lies and speaking death
Oh but I’m claiming what my father said
For His promises are eternally etched 

The lies whisper I’m unloved 
And i should live in fear
But His promise says I’m enough 
And he’ll wipe away every tear 

Oh so I’m shutting up the enemy 
By claiming my identity 
I am loved i am seen 
I am healed and redeemed 
Forever saved
Forever blessed
Forever believing
What God says 

The lies whisper I am wrong
And completely unworthy 
But His promise says I’m strong 
And that I’m royalty 

Oh so I’m shutting up the enemy 
By claiming my identity 
I am loved i am seen 
I am healed and redeemed 
Forever saved
Forever blessed
Forever believing
What God says 

Oh cuz Satans biggest crime is identity theft
Speaking lies and speaking death
Oh but I’m claiming what my father said
For His promises are eternally etched 

Oh he says I am
Precious and protected 
Treasured and respected 
Chosen and made new 
Worthy of breakthrough 
Yes he says i am 
Precious and protected 
Treasured and respected 
Chosen and made new 
Worthy of breakthrough 

Rap:
I ain’t got time 
For the enemy’s lies 
Oh cuz God says i 
am one of a kind
With a Sound mind 
Forgiven and free 
Livin life redeemed 
Full of power from on high
The one who i admire 
Whose truth doesn’t expire 
Who when he speaks 
My Identity is released  
And my enemies 
Meet their defeat 

Oh so I’m shutting up the enemy 
By claiming my identity 
I am loved i am seen 
I am healed and redeemed 
Forever saved
Forever blessed
Forever believing
What God says 

Oh he says I am
Precious and protected 
Treasured and respected 
Chosen and made new 
Worthy of breakthrough 
Yes he says i am 
Precious and protected 
Treasured and respected 
Chosen and made new 
Worthy of breakthrough
Yes i am chosen and made new
Worthy of breakthrough

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