In the quiet of the moonlight soul,
Where echoes of a story unfold,
I wander through the corridors of time,
Chasing whispers, searching for the signs.
Vintage pain, etched in the walls,
Broken colors dancing as twilight falls,
Each heartbeat a note, a forgotten song,
A melody of memories, bittersweet and long.
Wandering light, in the corners of night,
Bringing shadows that flicker with bright,
Silent dreams weave a tapestry of hope,
Holding us together, teaching us to cope.
With an indie heart that beats so true,
Rusty hope glimmers in the deep blue,
Riding the waves of an uncertain tide,
Finding comfort where the stars reside.
Through the newsprint skies of sorrow and bliss,
I search for the moments I desperately miss,
In the fading daylight, I hear your name,
A haunting refrain, a delicate flame.
So let the echoes guide me back home,
In the still of the night, I’m never alone,
For every scar tells a story untold,
In the warmth of the twilight, our souls unfold.
In the quiet of the dreamers who roam,
We stitch the broken into something whole,
With the heart of an indie, unafraid to soar,
We’ll gather the pieces and create even more.
As I walk through the whispers of yesterday’s glow,
I find strength in the shadows where love continues to grow,
And as the night fades, I’ll carry the light,
With each step forward, I’ll be alright.
Indie
Moonlight soul, Vintage pain, Broken colors, Wandering light, Silent dreams, Indie heart, Rusty hope