In the stillness of the night, I hear your voice,
Delicate harmonies that leave me no choice.
Soft strums linger under the silver moon,
As whispers entwine, like a haunting tune.
With every note, a story unfolds,
Emotive tales of the brave and the bold.
We search for meaning in the shadows we cast,
In the depths of our hearts, where the echoes last.
Atmospheric chords wrap around my soul,
Building a fortress that makes me feel whole.
In the quiet spaces, where dreams come alive,
Soulful dynamics that help me survive.
Each tear I’ve shed is a testament true,
Raw emotion like a river runs through.
With every heartbeat, I learn to embrace,
The indie spirit that time can't erase.
So I’ll wander through these streets paved with gold,
In search of the stories that are yet to be told.
As the dawn breaks gently, painting skies anew,
I’ll carry these echoes and sing them for you.
Together we'll chase all the stars in the night,
With the fragile reflections that guide our flight.
In this tapestry woven with threads of hope,
We’ll dance through the silence, learn how to cope.
And when the final note brings a shimmering close,
I’ll cherish the journey as the soft feeling grows.
For within each melody, our hearts will depart,
Echoes of a wandering soul, boundless and free—never to part.
Indie
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