In the corners of a twilight room,
Where the silence wraps around the gloom,
Broken dreams lay scattered on the floor,
Echoes of a heart that can't ignore.
Every candle flickers like a fading hope,
In the dance of shadows, we learn to cope,
Tension hangs heavier than the evening air,
Caught between the words we never dare.
Oh, the scars that linger with the dawn,
Tell the tales of battles lost and won,
In a world where whispers carry pain,
We find the strength to face the rain.
Fingers tracing lines of yesterday,
Haunted by the things we couldn’t say,
In the silence, we hold our breath too tight,
As the shadows turn to ghosts of the night.
But the moonlight spills through broken glass,
Casting silver shadows on the lives we pass,
And with each whisper, there’s a chance to mend,
To stitch the scars and find a friend.
So let the echoes sing the songs of time,
Where broken pieces find a way to rhyme,
In every silence, there’s a story’s end,
In the whispers of the shadows, we can bend.
With dawn approaching, the light will grace,
Transforming marks into a warm embrace,
In a world that’s filled with truths and lies,
We’ll walk together ‘neath forgiving skies.
Indie
Shadows, broken, whispers, tension, scars