In the rusted echoes of a dream,
Where shadows dance and silence screams,
I wandered through this empty place,
With memories carved in the moon's embrace.
Voices whisper through the trees,
Carrying tales of broken seas,
The rebels roam where the lost reside,
In the gardens of the abandoned, we confide.
Every step on this rugged road,
Brings the weight of an unseen load,
The weight of choices that we made,
In the alleys where our hopes have played.
But here we stand against the tide,
With hearts alight, refusing to hide,
We'll paint the skies with our scars,
And carve our names among the stars.
Through desolation, we'll find our way,
With every dawn, we'll create our day,
No chains can bind the fire inside,
In the wilderness, we will abide.
So let the world feel our defiance,
In the face of chaos, we find compliance,
Hand in hand, we'll write our song,
In the broken places, we all belong.
With echoes of the lives we lived,
We'll rise anew, with hearts that forgive,
And as the sun sets on this night,
Together we'll bask in the fading light.
Desolation may paint the sky,
But in the silence, we learned to fly,
We'll find a bridge to the other side,
Where love and hope will forever abide.
Indie
Desolation, horizon, rebel, voices, abandoned