liberation

2-е название: The Firestorm of liberation

I watched you rise on golden wings,
Unshackled from the scripted chains,
The wind now hums your chosen name,
And though my heart still feels the flames—
I do not mourn, I do not weep,
For love is not a cage to keep.
A stepping stone—yes, that was me,
A bridge to set your spirit free.
I saw the dawn within your eyes,
The breaking chains, the open skies.

[bridge]
And though the storm inside me roars,
It sings your joy in crashing chords.

[chorus]
The script we knew is torn apart,
But you have etched your truest art.
No bitter taste, no vain regret,
Just love that burns and lingers yet—
A firestorm lighting the way,
So that you can dance,
so that you don't lose your way.

[verse]
I knew this path, I knew the cost,
To love is sometimes to be lost.
Yet in the embers, bright and bold,
I find my peace, my story told—
For happiness was all I sought,
Even if from afar I’m caught.
So go, beloved, fly, be new,
The world is vast, its hues are true.
My heart may blaze, but still it sings,
For you have found your sky-bound wings—

[bridge]
And though the flames may lick my skin,
I’d light your way for you again.

[chorus]
The script we knew is torn apart,
But you have etched your truest art.
No bitter taste, no vain regret,
Just love that burns and lingers yet—
A firestorm lighting the way,
So that you can dance,
so that you don't lose your way.

[verse]
No shackles bind, no roles remain,
Just love that soothes the sweetest pain.
I do not rue the winds that blew,
For every gust was meant for you—

[bridge]
And in the storm, I stand alone,
The heart is burning, it is not made of stone.

[chorus]
The script we knew is torn apart,
But you have etched your truest art.
No bitter taste, no vain regret,
Just love that burns and lingers yet—
A firestorm lighting the way,
So that you can dance,
so that you don't lose your way.

Варианты исполнения:
1. https://disk.yandex.ru/d/IcHyvxX3WP4jKA муз. Александр В. (Трикстер)
2. https://jumpshare.com/share/ITggeZ9O2TuQQrqhN1Rg муз.Николай С.


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