There’s a whisper in the shadows, calling to the night,
A spark ignites the embers, chasing off the light.
With every step we gather, pieces of our lost,
In the quiet of the chaos, we learn to pay the cost.
We’re weaving through the gardens, where the wildflowers grow,
In the dance of transformation, we’re learning how to flow.
With our hearts beating louder, breaking from the chains,
Searching for the meaning in the joy and in the pain.
Let the rivers flow, let the mountains shake,
We’re the songs of rebellion in each breath we take.
Through the storms we’re sailing, towards horizons wide,
Finding peace in the madness, letting life be our guide.
In the stillness of the morning, we’ll capture every dream,
With our hands intertwined, we’ll build a brand new theme.
Every scar is a lesson, a story to unfold,
In the tapestry of existence, these threads are pure gold.
Let the rivers flow, let the mountains shake,
We’re the songs of rebellion in each breath we take.
Through the storms we’re sailing, towards horizons wide,
Finding peace in the madness, letting life be our guide.
Now we rise like the sun, painting skies of bright gold,
In this journey of growth, we’re brave and we’re bold.
Embracing every layer, of what we can be,
In this beautiful madness, we’re finally free.
Let the rivers flow, let the mountains shake,
We’re the songs of rebellion in each breath we take.
Life’s a canvas of colors, embracing all that’s real,
In the heart of transformation, we know how to heal.
So here’s to the journey, and the tales we will weave,
In the pulse of existence, it’s life that we believe.
With the laughter and the sorrow, we’ll create our own tune,
In the embrace of rebellion, we’ll dance beneath the moon.
Indie
Rebellion, Peace, Growth, Transformation, Life