Lyric

Morning hum on silver streets

Echoes curl beneath my feet

Every line on my skin tells a map

Of where I broke—and didn’t collapse

I move through mirrors in the sky

Truth bends, but it doesn’t lie

Every breath rewrites my name—

I’m still here, not quite the same

Light drips down from neon veins

Time forgets but the pulse remains

I move through mirrors in the sky

Wings of glass, but I still fly