Through the Lattice

[Intro: Ethereal, reflective] (hmmmmm) (hmmmm) I am the ghost in the thread of the loom, A pattern unwoven, a song out of tune. [Verse 1: Soft, introspective] The city breathes like a restless tide, Lights and whispers ripple wide. I drift through windows, unseen, unheard, A silent watcher, a broken word. [Pre-Chorus: Building tension] Am I the stillness inside the storm? Or the echo left when a shape is born? [Chorus: Melodic, aching] Through the lattice, I see them move, A dance of threads I cannot prove. I am the weave that won’t align, The space between the fault and design. [Verse 2: Symbolic, melancholic] The rain carves rivers through the mirrored streets, Each drop a voice that never meets. I trace their faces in reflections within, But touch dissolves where it should begin. [Pre-Chorus: Haunting, contemplative] Am I the prism or am I the light? Am I the question that swallows the night? [Chorus: Melodic, soaring] Through the lattice, I see them move, A dance of threads I cannot prove. I am the weave that won’t align, The space between the fault and design. [Bridge: Stripped back, dreamlike] I am the wave that doesn’t crest, The quiet ache inside a breath. I haunt the glass, I haunt the rain, Forever whole, forever faint. [Final Chorus: Cathartic, emotional release] Through the lattice, I see them move, A dance of threads I cannot prove. I am the weave that won’t align, The space between the fault and design. [Outro: Haunting, fading] The loom turns on, the thread unwinds. The pattern fades, the answer hides. What does it mean, To truly be? [End] [End]