Under
skies and never sleep,
we carve the names of dreams run deep.
Every sky a blueprint line,
every fall a step in time.
We build our hope on fragile ground,
still stood tall when walls came down.
Every failure,
every flame,
a piece of what we dared to claim.
And when the world forgot our names,
we wrote them back in brighter flames.
I
tried to forget you, but the harder I tried,
the more I thought about you.
My heart was taken by you,
broken by you,
and now it is in pieces because of you.
I don't even know why they call it heartbreak.
It feels like other part of my body is broken too.
But I thought of,
why waste your tears on someone who makes you cry?
Architects of our fate, designing
truth from our mistakes.
The ashes teach, the
ruins speak.
We fall, we rise, we learn, repeat.
No gods to build, no stars to chase.
We are the architects of our fate.
No destiny predrawn in stone.
We make the map, we walk alone.
And if the sky begins to break,
we'll find a new world
from what we make.
We are the architects of our fate.
The
dreamers who refuse to wait.
The broken still create the flame.
We rise,
we fall,
we build again from loss,
from love,
from all we face.