In the night where secrets flow,
Underneath the silver show,
Whispers dance on shadowed rhythm,
Tracing paths where dreams are given.
Through a prism heart, I see
Colors melting into me,
Winding breeze that pulls us closer,
Like a song that finds its composer.
Rusty edges, golden seams,
Fading echoes of our dreams,
With every step on this winding road,
We carry the weight, the stories unfold.
Let the moonlight guide our way,
Let the night steal fears away,
In the silence, hear the sound
Of lost hopes found in the ground.
As the stars begin to fade,
Revealing truths that we have made,
We'll walk together, hand in hand,
Writing verses that will withstand.
In the twilight's soft embrace,
We find harmony in this place,
And as dawn begins to grow,
We'll treasure our moonlit glow.
So here we stand, hearts aglow,
In the light of what we know,
With rusted dreams and shadowed fears,
We'll weave our song through the passing years.
Indie
Moonlit Glow, Prism Heart, Shadowed Rhythm, Winding Breeze, Rusted Harmony