Paper wings beneath the breaking sky,
Carried dreams where the wild things lie,
In the alleys where the shadows dance,
Gentle memories weave their trance.
Dusty dreams fade like old graffiti,
Each color speaks, though it's bittersweet,
A faded rebellion against the grind,
Echoes of laughter echo in my mind.
In the city's heart, where silence screams,
Quiet tears flow like forgotten streams,
With every step on this cobblestone,
I find the pieces that lead me home.
Through the indie storm, I chase the light,
Finding solace in the starry night,
Urban whispers pull me close,
In the chaos, I feel the most.
So let’s breathe in the air of yesterday,
Let it linger, let it softly sway,
For in the echoes of what once was,
I find my strength, my quiet cause.
With paper wings, we'll learn to fly,
Through every struggle and every sigh,
And as the dawn paints the world anew,
I’ll carry the dreams, just me and you.
In the end, it’s not about the fight,
But in the moments we claim as right,
So here we stand, in this gentle dawn,
With whispers of the urban, we carry on.
Indie
Indie storm, Paper wings, Gentle memories, Dusty dreams, Urban echoes, Faded rebellion, Quiet tears