In the silence where dreams unravel,
I find myself lost in a hollow haze,
Chasing whispers of what used to be,
The echoes of laughter now fade away.
Every step feels like I'm walking on glass,
Desperate glances through windows of nights,
Searching for a spark in the dimmest light,
Holding on tight, but it slips from my sights.
All the colors have bled into gray,
Empty pages where stories once flowed,
The weight of the world hangs heavy with sighs,
Caught in a storm that's never slowed.
Time bends like a shadow beneath a cruel sun,
I’m pulling at threads of a life, barely spun,
Torn between memories, the past and the now,
Finding the pieces, but don’t know how.
In moments of quiet, I hear the refrain,
Of promises made, now lost in the rain,
The love that once danced is a ghost on the floor,
I’m reaching for warmth, but it’s leaving me sore.
Yet in the ashes, there's a flicker of faith,
A voice in the distance whispering grace,
Maybe the echoes will lead me back home,
And mend all the places where I felt alone.
So I’ll rise from the darkness, embrace the unknown,
For every heart shattered can learn to be shown,
That even the hollow can bloom like a rose,
And from the despair, a new story grows.
Torn but not broken, I’ll gather the light,
With every beat, I reclaim my own fight,
While the echoes keep calling, I’ll find my own sound,
In the symphony stitched from the love that I’ve found.
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Torn, hollow, empty, desperate, echoes