In the shadows where the lost ones dwell,
A whisper calls, it echoes like a spell.
Clutching fragments of a life once bright,
I wander blindly through the endless night.
A broken compass spins but points nowhere,
Yet I chase the flickers of a vivid flare.
Mapless journeys through the stormy hearts,
Each diversion pulls us further from the start.
Midnight paths glimmer with a ghostly light,
Where secrets lurk and hope is out of sight.
I chase the wild, where the shadows intertwine,
Searching for a truth caught in whispers of time.
And there’s a lingering fire that burns so low,
A flicker of warmth in the depths of the cold.
With every step, I feel the weight of fate,
But I’ll keep moving, as I stand to resonate.
Underneath the heavy cloak of cloudy skies,
We’ll forge ahead, no matter the goodbyes.
Together we’ll dance through the raging storm,
In our broken compass, the path is reborn.
So take my hand, let’s leave the ash behind,
With rusted dreams, our souls reassigned.
When dawn arrives, we’ll rise from the start,
Two wandering spirits with unstormed hearts.
And as the night yields to the golden hue,
We’ll find our way, with skies forever blue.
In the silence, we’ll hear the world awake,
Knowing every choice was a chance we dared to take.
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Rusted dreams, broken compass, stormy hearts, midnight paths, lingering fire
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Rusted dreams, broken compass, stormy hearts, midnight paths, lingering fire