In the key of silence, where shadows entwine,
We draw in the breath of worlds once divine.

Amidst broken hopes, the pain’s symphony plays,
Reaching for comfort in these wandering days.

In the echoes of loss, we weave our refrain,
With every note whispered, we dance through the pain.
Hand in hand, we rise, through the storm we transform,
In music, we gather, and love will be born.

With hearts painted bruised, we weather the feel,
Stories of longing, shattered, yet real.

In landscapes of yearning where dreams still collide,
Together we journey, no fear will abide.

In the echoes of loss, we weave our refrain,
With every note whispered, we dance through the pain.
Hand in hand, we rise, through the storm we transform,
In music, we gather, and love will be born.

With every downpour, I lift my gaze high,
Empires of struggle create the best high.
Through melody’s prison, our freedom’s obtained,
From battles unseen, our strength is unchained.

In the echoes of loss, we weave our refrain,
With every note whispered, we dance through the pain.
Hand in hand, we rise, through the storm we transform,
In music, we gather, and love will be born.

Time bends around us as crescendos uplift,
Every heartbeat a promise, this life is our gift.

In this grand theater of love thriving bright,
Together, we shine, igniting the night.

So let them remember the dreams that we bled,
With harmonies coupled, hearts eternally wed.
In shadows and light, we find our pure art,
Two souls, intertwined, creating one heart.