[verse 1] Streets still wear the scars of glass, shards reflecting skies we lost. But every ruin hides a seed, a breath that waits to rise again. We stitch the walls with trembling hands, we paint the doors with borrowed hope. [pre-chorus] This is not the end, just the silence before the rise. [chorus – siren-vocal swell, hopeful tone] Reconstruction, from the ashes we design. Reconstruction, we are architects of time. [siren-vocal swell – bright and soaring, layered voices] [verse 2] Memories bleed into new foundations, names engraved into the stone. The future leans against our shoulders, heavy but it makes us strong. No tyrant builds a city’s soul, no bullet buries love for long. [bridge – slow build] Raise the glass, even broken, it still reflects the light. Raise the voice, even fractured, it still rewrites the night. [siren-vocal swell – long uplifting cry, shimmering guitars beneath] [chorus – extended] Reconstruction, from the ruins we ascend. Reconstruction, the wound becomes a friend. Reconstruction, the sound of hope that never bends. [outro – guitars swell, then fade into single clean chord]
