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(c) Demorior
In the cracks of concrete, where the wildflowers grow,
Life finds a way, in the spaces we don’t know,
Faded photographs, memories in gray,
We’re stitching together the remnants of the day.
(Chorus)
Hold on to the fragments, let them light your way,
In the chaos of the moment, we’ll find what words can’t say,
With every heartbeat, every breath we borrow,
We’ll paint the skies with the colors of tomorrow.
(Verse 2)
Voices in the alley, secrets softly spun,
Echoes of the laughter, the battles lost and won,
In the rhythm of the city, we’re dancing to the sound,
Of a thousand stories, waiting to be found.
(Chorus)
Hold on to the fragments, let them light your way,
In the chaos of the moment, we’ll find what words can’t say,
With every heartbeat, every breath we borrow,
We’ll paint the skies with the colors of tomorrow.
Life finds a way, in the spaces we don’t know,
Faded photographs, memories in gray,
We’re stitching together the remnants of the day.
(Chorus)
Hold on to the fragments, let them light your way,
In the chaos of the moment, we’ll find what words can’t say,
With every heartbeat, every breath we borrow,
We’ll paint the skies with the colors of tomorrow.
(Verse 2)
Voices in the alley, secrets softly spun,
Echoes of the laughter, the battles lost and won,
In the rhythm of the city, we’re dancing to the sound,
Of a thousand stories, waiting to be found.
(Chorus)
Hold on to the fragments, let them light your way,
In the chaos of the moment, we’ll find what words can’t say,
With every heartbeat, every breath we borrow,
We’ll paint the skies with the colors of tomorrow.
