Beneath the weight of silence, where shadows weave their tale,
We walk these empty streets, where our voices start to frail.

Lost in the echoes of what should have been,
We’re searching for light in this abyss we’ve been.

Each heartbeat's a reminder of dreams left untold,
In the grasp of the night, our spirits unfold.

Pictures in frames, crumbling under the dust,
Fading from the colors, as memories turn to rust.

Lost in the echoes of what should have been,
We’re searching for light in this abyss we’ve been.

Can you feel the pulse, as our hearts beat in sync?
In the darkness we wander, perhaps it’s fate’s link.

Voices call out softly, in the shadows they stir,
Whispers of the ones gone, protective hearts confer.

Lost in the echoes of what should have been,
We’re searching for light in this abyss we’ve been.

Through the fracture of sorrow, a flicker shines true,
In the ashes discarded, hope resurrects anew.

As the dawn slowly crimson, our scars will grow bright,
From the ashes of yesterday, we'll reclaim our light.