A Wound That Sings

[Intro Male Voice Spoken softly] "She moves like a shadow, her secrets just out of reach… " [Instrumental soft intro] [Verse 1] Her veil flows like whispers in the breeze, A fleeting truth I long to seize. Her hands, they weave a silent plea, A tale of scars I cannot see. Beneath her mask, what battles lay? Each step she takes, what price to pay? I watch, enthralled, as stories bloom, A haunting grace within the room. [Instrumental] [Chorus] A wound that sings, a story spun, Of fire and ash, of battles won. Her dance, a knife that cuts so deep, Yet draws me close, I cannot weep. [Verse 2] She speaks through turns, a life of strife, A girl who fought to claim her life. Her steps are flames, her gaze a storm, A fragile grace, yet fierce and warm. Each twist and bow, a question posed, Her truth concealed, her pain exposed. I reach for meaning, grasping air, Entranced by beauty sharp and rare. [Instrumental Bridge] [Pre-Chorus] Truth or guise? Dance or blade? I cannot see the roles she’s played. [Chorus] A wound that sings, a story spun, Of fire and ash, of battles won. Her dance, a knife that cuts so deep, Yet draws me close, I cannot weep. [Instrumental Bridge] [Bridge] Her rhythm breaks, the shadows swell, A hidden tale she dares not tell. A glint of steel, a fleeting sound, And suddenly, I’m on the ground. Her eyes meet mine, a fleeting glance, The final step in her deadly dance. I gasp for air, her mask remains, A haunting song beneath my pain. [Instrumental] [Pre-Chorus] Truth or guise? Dance or blade? I cannot see the roles she’s played. [Outro] [Soft and reflective, fading] The cold, it spreads, my breath runs thin, A sharp embrace beneath my skin. Her face, a mask, is all I see, The cost of trust, now swallowing me. Her footsteps fade, a ghostly sound, The wound, it sings, as darkness bounds. [Instrumental Solo] [Outro Instrumental] [Fade Out]