🎉🔥 Storytellerz – die wildeste, kreativste & herzlichste Community ever! 🔥🎉 Hier warten mega nette Leute 🤗, Hilfe 🆘 und ein endloses Feuerwerk an Ideen 💥💡! Lust auf Spaß 🎈, Inspiration ✨ und pure Kreativität? 🚀 Dann komm zu uns und lass’s knallen! 🎆💖 https://discord.gg/storytellerz https://www.storytellerz.de This is my submission to the Vibya Dreams Challenge. https://vibya.music/ Dreams You promises. Oh, you beautiful lies. I held you close. God, I believed you. But you fade... Always too fast. You leave me cold. You leave me empty. Just a brief spark. Then the darkness comes. And I am left behind! Oh, alone in the quiet. You blossom for someone else. While I keep searching, Yeah, I keep searching! For the one that fits my soul— And stays right here with me! I see you out there. Shining... shining in foreign lives. Real and celebrated. You found another home. You chose their reality. And left me in the dust. And I am left behind! Alone in the quiet. You blossom for someone else. While I keep searching, Lord, I keep searching! For the one that fits my soul— And stays right here with me! Always too short! Always a flight! Why never with me? Oh, why always them? And I am left behind! Alone in the quiet. You blossom for someone else. While I keep searching, I keep searching! For the one that fits my soul— And stays right here with me! Empty hands. The search continues. Where are you now? I keep searching. Still searching... ©2026 FL.AIR | All Rights Reserved Crafted with love, passion, a touch of soul, a weird sense of Humor and so much more. Some thoughts about the song, if you are interested... We spend our lives building blueprints. We sculpt visions of the future, locking our eyes on the horizon, chasing the versions of ourselves we were always supposed to become. These are our life dreams. They aren't the fleeting images that visit us in our sleep; they are the heavy, beautiful architectures of our deepest ambitions. But sometimes, these dreams turn out to be elusive architects. This song is a melancholic reckoning with the visions that chose to leave. It is about the exhausting ache of carrying a dream, giving it a home, and investing your entire soul into its foundation—only to watch it pack its bags and vanish just as the real work begins. The bitterest part of this journey isn't the sudden emptiness; it’s the haunting realization that these dreams don't just die. They simply find a better host. You look around, and you see your own quiet ambitions walking around in foreign lives. You watch them take root, blossom, and turn into someone else's celebrated reality, while you are left standing in the dust with empty hands. It is a deeply personal piece about the isolation of being left behind by your own future. Yet, beneath the heavy, cinematic weight of the dark soul grooves and the raw, desperate cries of the chorus, there is an stubborn undertone of resilience. Even in the quiet, even when the horizon remains frustratingly blank, the journey doesn't stop. The search continues. Because the only thing more terrifying than chasing a ghost is giving up on the dream that finally fits your soul.
