In the moonlight soul, where shadows dance slow,
We trace the lines of vintage pain, ebbing low.
Broken colors spill from our canvased dreams,
Wandering light whispers, unraveling seams.
Silent dreams fall like leaves from the sky,
In the twilight of our hearts, we're learning to fly.
An indie heart beats in a world so torn,
Rusty hope flickers, yet we are reborn.
Underneath the starlit haze, we find our way,
Through the echoes of yesterday, we’ll learn to sway.
Every tear that we shed, a story unfolds,
In the depths of the night, our truth will be told.
With every heartbeat, we embrace the unknown,
Let the symphonies guide us to places we’ve grown.
Through the shadows of doubt, we’ll carve out our path,
With laughter and love, we'll defy the aftermath.
So let’s paint our memories with brushstrokes of light,
In this moment of magic, we ignite the night.
With years carved in silence, our voices will rise,
Together in this universe, dreams never die.
In the moonlight soul, we finally find,
A canvas of hope, where hearts are aligned.
As the dawn breaks, we’ll watch dreams unfold,
Hand in hand, we'll greet a future untold.
Indie
Moonlight soul, Vintage pain, Broken colors, Wandering light, Silent dreams, Indie heart, Rusty hope