[Verse 1] I rose in a haze where the colors bend, Bones waking slow like they knew the end. The ground felt ancient with a memory deep, And the sky held still like it refused to sleep. [Verse 2] I moved through the dust where the old bones stay, Ribs marking stories from a distant day. The air felt heavy but it carried no pain, Just the weight of a world trying to form again. [Chorus] Let the wide sky open in its trembling way, Let the colors gather where the old bones lay. I ain’t holy, I ain’t broken, I ain’t named — Just a shape in the haze where the colors gather. [Outro] A broken spectrum hovered above the sand, Bones marking places no one planned. I crossed that stillness with an open frame, A skeletal presence entering a world that had no name.
