In the shadow of the ruins, where the echoes play,
A phantom of our memories drifts far away.
Whispers of a rebellion in the stillness rise,
Worn-out dreams beneath the weight of heavy skies.
Every city crumbles, brick by faded brick,
Faded faces blend with time, in secrets we won’t pick.
A dance of hidden shadows, a longing in our hearts,
We’re reaching for tomorrow, though the past won’t part.
The veil of the dusk wraps us tighter,
Holding on to shadows growing brighter.
Flickering flames of hope against the night's despair,
In this rebellion of spirits, we know we’re almost there.
Silent cries echo through the fractured night,
Battles fought without the world, no one’s left to fight.
But in the silence, we find our voices,
Torn apart yet united, we make our own choices.
The veil of the dusk masks the pain we feel,
Amidst the ruins, our resistance becomes real.
Fading remnants of a life we used to know,
But hope reignites, and it starts to glow.
Let the shadows whisper softly in our ears,
As we rise through the twilight, shedding all our fears.
With every step we take, we break the chains,
In the heart of the dusk, the rebellion remains.
So here’s to the phantoms that linger in the air,
To the ruins that remind us of the love we used to share.
We’ll carve out our vision, with colors bold and bright,
For in the dusk of our past, we step into the light.
And as the night draws close, with a gentle sigh,
We lay down our burdens, letting the old ghosts die.
In the dawn that follows, let the world see us stand,
Embracing the future, together hand in hand.
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veil, ruins, phantom, dusk, rebellion