In the shadow of the night, where silence pulses low,
Whispers of the past collide, they break the fragile glow,
We dance among the scattered dreams, in fragments of despair,
The echoes call our names again, remind us we were there.
Through the corridors of sorrow, where the wildflowers fade,
Our footsteps mark the fallen paths, the choices that we made,
An uprising in the stillness, where the heartache finds its home,
We’ll weave the threads of history, create a place to roam.
With every shard of memory, we rise from ancient graves,
The untamed spirit of the night, our fervor never wanes,
In the ruins of forgotten hopes, we'll lift our voices high,
Together we’ll ignite the spark that lights up the sky.
And though the sorrow’s weight is deep, it guides us through the pain,
The fire in our souls will burn, to wash away the stain,
We’ll summon all the courage found in shadows long embraced,
To turn our echoes into songs, where hope has been replaced.
Now as dawn breaks tenderly, we'll gather all we’ve learned,
The memories and broken dreams will slowly come to terms,
In the light of new beginnings, we'll craft a brighter way,
With every heartbeat echoing, we'll rise anew today.
Embracing all the untamed scars, the beauty in the fight,
In the ruins of our yesterdays, we’ll find our way to light.
So let the echoes guide us still, as we unveil our truths,
In the uprising of our hearts, we’ll finally find our roots.
And when the silence settles down, we'll make our stories blend,
In unity and grace, we’ll stand, like lovers 'til the end.
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