In the echoes of a collapsing dawn,
Where shadows dance with the light drawn,
Feel the resonance of hearts that are fleeting,
Scarred by battles, yet still they’re beating.
We stood on the edge, daring the fall,
As the world crumbled, we heard the call,
With every fracture, we found a way,
Through the wreckage, we learned to stay.
A rising tide of voices loud,
In the silence, becomes our shroud,
With scars carved deep, we share our tale,
In the ruins, together we sail.
Fingers tracing the lines of fate,
Whispers soaring, we won’t wait,
Each step we take, a pulse ignites,
A revolution born from sleepless nights.
Fragile dreams in a shadowed haze,
Yet in this chaos, we find our blaze,
Through the remnants of what was lost,
We rise anew and defy the cost.
With every heartbeat, the rhythm grows,
Secrets buried where the wildness flows,
In the resonance of hope’s embrace,
We find our strength to face the chase.
Though scars may linger, we wear them proud,
Singing softly, we become the crowd,
In a fleeting moment, forever stays,
An uprising crafted in the darkest days.
So here we stand, as the world complies,
Together, we’ll write our own skies,
For in this journey, we’re never alone,
In whispers of truth, we’ll finally come home.
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collapse, resonance, fleeting, scars, uprising