In the wake of twisted fate,
I wander through these empty streets,
Where shadows dance and echoes wait,
A memory that never sleeps.
We’ve climbed the walls of quiet rebellion,
Holding whispers like a secret fire,
Lost hope lingers like a cruel companion,
Stolen years that spark desire.
In the corners where the daylight flickers,
Broken wings on scattered dreams,
We trace the lines of past’s cruel pictures,
Finding solace in the seams.
We chase the winds of bitter longing,
As city lights fade into night,
A burning fire, a heart belonging,
In the silence, we ignite.
Where footsteps weave a tale of sorrow,
And laughs are lost in distant views,
We stand together, fierce tomorrow,
In defiance of the hidden blues.
With every street, every fallen tear,
We paint the world with shades of grey,
Yet in our hearts, there’s no more fear,
We’ll rise from ashes, come what may.
So here we are, the echoes fading,
No longer bound by chains of yore,
In the wake of twisted fate, we’re parading,
With broken wings, we learn to soar.
Alternative
Twisted fate, Empty streets, Quiet rebellion, Lost hope, Burning fire, Stolen years, Broken wings
Alternative
Twisted fate, Empty streets, Quiet rebellion, Lost hope, Burning fire, Stolen years, Broken wings