Oh
Oh
The sky forgot its color long ago
We walk through ruins that still glow
Your hand in mine, a fragile flame
In a world that never learned our names
The air is thick with broken time
A thousand suns reduced to rhyme And every breath feels like a trust
Between oceans of dust We were born from silence deep
Now even silence cannot sleep
Between oceans of dust
We fade but we must
Carry the weight of the stars We've crushed our hearts to adjust
Good woman is not a toy She is a gift
She is not a game She is a blessing
She cannot be refunded,
replaced,
or exchanged Her value isn't defined by trends,
convenience,
or temporary desires Her worth is timeless and her heart is pure
Her goodness comes from her character,
not obligation She chooses to be kind even when
the world gives her every reason not to be
She stands tall even when life tries to break
her
Beneath the dying sun Through the wreckage,
through the stone
Your hand is still the place I'm born And
all that's left of us shines between the
dust
No heaven left,
no home to keep
Just stars that whisper while we sleep And though the cosmos tells
us to rest
We're still here
Between oceans of dust
Between oceans of dust