The painted dawn of gold and gray
The whispers linger far away
In fragile moments time expands
A fleeting dance across the sands
The sky remembers every name The
stars ignite yet never claim
A tapestry of dreams we weave
To find the truths we still believe
The winds of change are quiet guile
Through empty fields we'll coincide
The echoes hum the gentle tone
A solace found when we're alone
Through the dust the world aligns
The rhythm ties our broken lines
The sky remembers every name The stars ignite yet never claim
A tapestry of dreams we weave
To find the truths we still believe
