
Each drop sings a hymn no one will hear.
Among the trees, the silence grows like vines,
Binding my steps to a world unclear.
A breeze carries fragments of words unsaid,
Whispers carved from the heart of the night.
I follow trails where hopes were left for dead,
Where every path forsakes the light.
[chorus]
No morning comes where sorrow has taken root,
Days fall like leaves from a brittle crown.
Underneath, longing sleeps without pursuit,
Wearing regret like a tattered gown.
Between the stars, there’s a place souls drift,
A river drawn from the wounds we hide.
The moon’s pale gaze offers no gift,
Only a sea where dreams have died.
Now I stand at the threshold of undone prayers,
The dawn denied to a heart too still.
This silence bears the weight of ancient layers,
Fading beneath a fading will.
[chorus]
No morning comes where sorrow has taken root,
Days fall like leaves from a brittle crown.
Underneath, longing sleeps without pursuit,
Wearing regret like a tattered gown.
[chorus]
No morning comes where sorrow has taken root,
Days fall like leaves from a brittle crown.
Underneath, longing sleeps without pursuit,
Wearing regret like a tattered gown.
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