I
roam the barren valleys where the epochs intertwine
I harness every comet's spark to shape the grand design
I tread the frozen footprints of the empires washed away
I fold the cores of histories to craft the newborn day
My voice becomes a thunder that unravels mortal time
I breathe the storm of centuries,
each note a silent chime
The world's old bones creak louder as I rend the seal of years
The echoes of tomorrow vanish in the tears Yet as I watch
the tapestry collapse into
my head I
understand the
fragile weight where only
ghosts can stand
Yet
as I watch the tapestry collapse
into my head
I understand the fragile weight where only ghosts can stand
