Wandering Through the Spring of Your Becoming - Dream Pop

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[Verse 1:  Poetic Alliteration (P’s)]
Painted pasts pour through porcelain hands,
Petals of promises pressed between pages.
Pavements remember the pace of my pulse,
Plucked dreams, pale and patient, pass like stages.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Maybe the heart keeps its secrets in reverse,
Maybe growing means forgiving what still hurts.

[Chorus]
Between the hands of time, we fall and climb,
Holding warmth that never keeps its rhyme.
Every heartbeat hums a different line,
We’re just shimmers tracing back in our mind.
We love, we lose, we turn again,
Like rivers carving through our own blood lines.

[Verse 2: Quieter Alliteration (Q’s & K’s)]
Quiet questions kneel beneath my skin,
Quills carving kindness where loss has been.
Keepsakes of could-have beens shimmer faint and thin,
Kites of memory caught in trembling winds.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I thought the fire was gone, but it glowed so, slow,
Every scar a compass only ages of time would know.

[Chorus]
Between the lines of time, we trace our names,
Holding warmth that never keeps its rhyme.
Every heartbeat hums a different line,
Paper hearts in wind-blown frames.
Every breath we kept becomes a sigh,
We’re chasing down kites through wind-torn skies.

[Bridge - Spoken Rhythm]
The road isn’t glass, it’s gravel that gleams,
Each cut and corner a story redeemed.
Not every dream endures, not every fear has to remain,
But the truth, somehow, still remembers our names.

[Final Chorus]
Between the lines of time, we trace our names,
Paper hearts in wind-blown frames.
We’re just shimmers tracing back in our mind.
We love, we lose, we turn again,
Every breath we've kept becomes a kite,
To be chased down through borrowed flight.

[Outro]
So I’ll fold the days the way they came,
No need to polish or to blame.
I’ll speak softer of the parts I missed,
And rebuild a life from what still exists.
If time forgets my name again,
At least I’ll know I walked it plain,
With open hands, unafraid to be me again.

Na, na, nah.
Na, nah... nah.

I'm not afraid to be me again.

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[Intro] This is the chronicle of someone who mistook silence for peace, Who tried to rewind a life in fragments, Who searched for yesterday inside the dust of today But couldn't find the words to say. [Verse 1: Poetic Alliteration (P’s)] Painted pasts pour through porcelain hands, Petals of promises pressed between pages. Pavements remember the pace of my pulse, Plucked dreams, pale and patient, pass like stages. [Pre-Chorus 1] Maybe the heart keeps its secrets in reverse, Maybe growing means forgiving what still hurts. [Chorus] Between the hands of time, we fall and climb, Holding warmth that never keeps its rhyme. Every heartbeat hums a different line, We’re just shimmers tracing back in our mind. We love, we lose, we turn again, Like rivers carving through our own blood lines. [Verse 2: Quieter Alliteration (Q’s & K’s)] Quiet questions kneel beneath my skin, Quills carving kindness where loss has been. Keepsakes of could-have beens shimmer faint and thin, Kites of memory caught in trembling winds. [Pre-Chorus 2] I thought the fire was gone, but it glowed so, slow, Every scar a compass only ages of time would know. [Chorus] Between the lines of time, we trace our names, Holding warmth that never keeps its rhyme. Every heartbeat hums a different line, Paper hearts in wind-blown frames. Every breath we kept becomes a sigh, We’re chasing down kites through wind-torn skies. [Bridge - Spoken Rhythm] The road isn’t glass, it’s gravel that gleams, Each cut and corner a story redeemed. Not every dream endures, not every fear has to remain, But the truth, somehow, still remembers our names. [Final Chorus] Between the lines of time, we trace our names, Paper hearts in wind-blown frames. We’re just shimmers tracing back in our mind. We love, we lose, we turn again, Every breath we've kept becomes a kite, To be chased down through borrowed flight. [Outro] So I’ll fold the days the way they came, No need to polish or to blame. I’ll speak softer of the parts I missed, And rebuild a life from what still exists. If time forgets my name again, At least I’ll know I walked it plain, With open hands, unafraid to be me again. Na, na, nah. Na, nah... nah. I'm not afraid to be me again.

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