В надежде на чудо

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I’ve been walking through the ashes of a borrowed sky,
Counting every breath like a reason not to die.
The city hums a gospel made of neon and rain,
But every road I follow keeps repeating my name.

And the shadows sing in a minor key,
“Boy, you’re just a wave on an endless sea.”
But I’ve seen the light through a shattered pane,
And it whispered, “Rise, you are not the same.”

I’m holding on to wonder, letting go of fear,
Every scar’s a roadmap, every breath a year.
We’re sparks inside the darkness, learning how to burn,
Searching for the meaning in the point of no return.
Point of no return.

I’ve seen lovers turn to strangers in the fading light,
Heard the echoes of forgiveness in the dead of night.
There’s a holy kind of madness in the way we try
To build a little heaven while the days go by.

And the silence knows a language I can’t speak,
It writes my name in vapor on the city’s cheek.
I’ve been broken like a promise, mended like a vow,
And I finally hear the music in the here and now.

I’m holding on to wonder, letting go of fear,
Every scar’s a roadmap, every breath a year.
We’re sparks inside the darkness, learning how to burn,
Searching for the meaning in the point of no return.
Point of no return.

Maybe life is just the echo of a question in the dark,
Maybe God is in the spaces between the beats of a heart.
We’re dust and we’re divine, we’re the thunder and the rain,
Every time we lose ourselves, we find ourselves again.

I’m holding on to wonder, letting go of fear,
Every scar’s a roadmap, every breath a year.
We’re sparks inside the darkness, learning how to burn,
Searching for the meaning in the point of no return.
Searching for the meaning in the point of no return…

We’re the silence and the storm, we’re the question and the sign.
We’re the meaning we create in the space between the lines.
So I’ll keep on walking through the ashes and the stars,
‘Cause the meaning isn’t out there — it’s everything we are.
Everything we are…
It’s everything we are…

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