In the quiet of the night, we breathe,
Falling softly like leaves from the trees,
A wanderer’s heart, it knows no shame,
Chasing echoes, I’m calling your name.
Whispers dance in the air we share,
Footsteps trace the memories laid bare,
Underneath the stars, we’re lost and found,
In the ruins of dreams, where our hopes abound.
Flickering candles, they guide the way,
A flicker of trouble in shades of gray,
With every heartbeat, the shadows grow,
But we’re rebels, my love, and they don’t know.
The moonlight paints, our stories unfold,
Adventures written in the ink of the bold,
You and I, together, against the flow,
With a spirit that flies, never rooted in woe.
Through valleys deep, we’ll roam the night,
Finding solace in the dim candlelight,
Though the dawn may come, we'll stand our ground,
In the quiet, our laughter will resound.
So here’s to the moments we hold so dear,
All the secrets whispered when no one can hear,
A tapestry woven with threads from the past,
In the warmth of our hearts, a love built to last.
As we sink into shadows, let the darkness sing,
For every rebellion is a beautiful thing,
And as we drift on this starry sea,
You’re the light in my night, forever with me.
Indie
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