
Verse 1
I stitched these wings from borrowed grief,
Feathers torn from nights I cannot name.
Each thread a memory, each seam a wound,
Yet still I dream of flight beyond this cage.
Chorus
But the sky remains a lie I cannot reach,
A canvas painted just to mock my climb.
I rise, I fall, with broken symmetry—
A prisoner dressed in phantom flight.
Verse 2
The walls around me hum with hollow prayers,
Stone and silence, keepers of my doubt.
I pace the length of every unseen chain,
Dragging hope like iron at my heels.
Chorus
But the sky remains a lie I cannot reach,
A canvas painted just to mock my climb.
I rise, I fall, with broken symmetry—
A prisoner dressed in phantom flight.
Bridge
If freedom lives beyond this airless tomb,
Then let these fractured wings ignite.
Better to burn in one last cursed ascent
Than fold forever in surrendered night.
Chorus
The sky remains a lie I cannot reach,
Yet still I carve my ruin through the dark.
I rise, I fall, and though the ground waits cold—
I’ll bleed for every shattered arc.
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