A Brighter Sun (Irma)

(Verse 1) In the shadow of a distant flame, One I must leave unnamed, So bright, yet gone—now far away, Its warmth no longer lights my day. The brightest star fell from the sky, And still, I can’t ask why. (Verse 2) When the golden light was meant to shine, Was it truly meant to be mine? Would the one who walked before, Have opened up a greater door? Yet in the echoes, here I stay, A voice that searches, come what may. (Chorus) The memory fades like whispers lost, The silent winds have paid the cost. Though the road now stretches far, I still follow a fleeting star. Would their hands, if left to shape the clay, Have built the world a better way? I wonder, but I speak no name, For fear I wake a sleeping flame. (Verse 3) If ever skies could speak to me, To answer all that should not be. The questions linger in the sky, But not for me to know or pry. Should it have been me on that cold height, To fade into the endless night? (Chorus) The memory fades like whispers lost, The silent winds have paid the cost. Though the road now stretches far, I still follow a fleeting star. Would their hands, if left to shape the clay, Have built the world a better way? I wonder, but I speak no name, For fear I wake a sleeping flame. (Bridge) Now I walk with shadows cast, The weight of time too deep, too vast. But I won’t disturb the quiet ground, Where once a brighter flame was found. (Chorus) The memory fades like whispers lost, The silent winds have paid the cost. Though the road now stretches far, I still follow a fleeting star. Would their hands, if left to shape the clay, Have built the world a better way? I wonder, but I speak no name, For fear I wake a sleeping flame.