In the stillness, a quiet storm,
Shadows dance where the night was born,
Distant memories, like fading dreams,
Carve their paths in the silent streams.
Urban whispers beneath the glow,
Faded rebellion, it’s all we know,
Indie tears in a crowded place,
Echoes linger, dreams we chase.
With every heartbeat, the night unfolds,
In the stories that the city holds,
Gentle echoes of laughter shared,
In the corners where we once dared.
You and I, lost in the haze,
Spinning through our woven days,
Paper soul on the crest of time,
Searching for a reason, a sign, a rhyme.
Now the moonlight spills on cracked pavement,
Illuminating dreams and our containment,
Follow the whispers, let them guide,
Through every moment, side by side.
As dawn breaks in a tender glow,
We hold the secrets only we know,
Though the world may change its role,
In this quiet storm, we find our soul.
So let’s chase the shadows and watch them fall,
In a faded rebellion, we’ll have it all,
With gentle echoes, we’ll hear the call,
Bound by the whispers of a paper soul.
Indie
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