When shadows paint the afternoon
And melodies slip out of tune
I trace the cracks on windowpanes
Where raindrops write their quiet refrains
But in the echo of goodbye
A crescent moon climbs up my eyes
No requiem for fallen stars —
Just fingertips on healing scars
Smile though the symphony may fray
In every breath the notes decay
Let auroras dance in coffee rings
Where broken wings still learn to sing
Smile not for cameras or for crowds
But for the fire in storm clouds
A silent roar a blooming scream —
We stitch our joy with moonbeam seams
The clockhands melt in August heat
Our laughter pools on concrete streets
Each wrinkle in the fading light
Holds supernovas taking flight
Smile though the symphony may fray
In every breath the notes decay
Let auroras dance in coffee rings
Where broken wings still learn to sing
Smile not for cameras or for crowds
But for the fire in storm clouds
A silent roar a blooming scream —
We stitch our joy with moonbeam seams
We collect the shards of shattered suns
Build castles where the river runs
Your iris holds a galaxy
That whispers hope to shipwrecked seas
Smile though the symphony may fray
In every breath the notes decay
Let auroras dance in coffee rings
Where broken wings still learn to sing
Smile not for cameras or for crowds
But for the fire in storm clouds
A silent roar a blooming scream —
We stitch our joy with moonbeam seams
