Lyric

Her steps fade like whispers in the air

No prints to follow, no journey to share

The pavement sighs beneath her feet

A ghost of grace, bittersweet

But her eyes, oh her eyes, they tell no lies

Stories sealed beneath ashen skies

Through silent ruins she softly treads

The weight of worlds, the unsaid spreads

A flicker of light in the shadowed decay

Her soul a candle in a world of fray

Each breath, a hymn to what was lost

Each glance, a shard with a heavy cost

The trees don’t sway, the stars don’t gleam

Caught in the clutch of this broken dream

But she carries the truth on fragile wings

A melody muted, yet it rings

The cracks in the walls whisper her name

Echoed in silence, wrapped in flame

She leaves no trace, no sound, no mark

Only the memory of a fleeting spark

But her eyes, oh her eyes, they sing so low

Of all that crumbled, of love’s echo

In deserted streets where life once spread

She walks alone, a living thread