Before the Beginning, After the End

[Verse 1] In a time where shadows stretched too long, The stars burned faint, their voices gone. What was the shape of the world before? A question carved into an ancient door. Mountains once spoke of fire and stone, But the echoes died, and now they're alone. A river flowed where no water remains, Its bed remembers, though nothing explains. Eyes once searched the infinite skies, But they now reflect what memory denies. Was it a moment, or lifetimes passed? A void in the mirror, too vast, too vast. [Instrumental interlude] [Pre-Chorus 1] Time is a silence we cannot mend, A break between before and the end. [Chorus] Before the beginning, the whispers were loud, We walked on paths both clear and proud. Now we drift through the fragments we pretend, To piece together after the end. [Bridge] A fleeting flash, a blackened sun, All that we were, undone, undone. No shape, no sound, just emptiness wide, And yet the world tilts, as if time survives. [Instrumental interlude] [Verse 2] Now the trees bloom, but their roots won’t tell, The ground forgets where the first leaf fell. No clocks, no seasons, no paths align, Just the heartbeat pulse of a world in decline. A city stands, but its bones are hollow, The past a phantom no one can follow. The sky is pale, no dawn, no dusk, Only fragments of gold in the drifting dust. [Pre-Chorus 2] What came between, none comprehend, A shadow both before and the end. [Chorus] Before the beginning, the whispers were loud, We walked on paths both clear and proud. Now we drift through the fragments we pretend, To piece together after the end. [Instrumental interlude] [Verse 3] The oceans churn, their tides unchained, Their rhythms lost, no memory remains. The air is still, but it hums with weight, A world adrift in the hands of fate. Once we built monuments high and proud, Now the stones crumble without a sound. No names etched deep, no stories to share, Just the hollow trace of something there. What lies ahead, none dare to claim, A canvas blank, devoid of name. Yet steps still fall on the broken way, Seeking meaning in the endless grey. [Pre-Chorus 3] Truth fades like whispers on the wind, A secret lost before the end. [Chorus] Before the beginning, the whispers were loud, We walked on paths both clear and proud. Now we drift through the fragments we pretend, To piece together after the end.