Forgotten dreams (By Airin)
Verse 1 There is a thin blue hour beneath my chest, where unfinished constellations drift. I feel them in the pause before speaking, in doors I never opened, in roads I never took. Pre-Chorus Forgotten Dreams move like bioluminescent tides, not lost, only transformed, folded into the marrow of silence. Chorus Forgotten Dreams, pull me through luminous intervals, from fragile beginnings to the weight of almost-realized stars. Forgotten Dreams, alive in quiet victories, in the tremor of hope that refuses to fade. Verse 2 There was a version of my heart that wasnβt afraid, a version of my hands that reached without trembling. I still feel its outline like heat left on an empty chair. Pre-Chorus 2 Forgotten Dreams gather in soft rhythms, shaping unseen constellations, leading me toward what could be. Bridge They move through me like migrating light, rearranging the constellations of who I am allowed to become. Soft pulses of memory, subtle beats of almost, carrying me higher. Final Chorus Forgotten Dreams, expand beyond my ribs and pulse, soft yet infinite, lifting me toward luminous horizons. Forgotten Dreams, still becoming, still alive, still mine. (Forgotten)
