The dawn is gone again, But I can feel it breathing. Something ancient calls my name, From somewhere I've forgotten. The morning breaks in silent colors, Old portraits hanging in the rain. A thousand ghosts inside the walls, Still whispering my name. The fire keeps a fading story, Of everything we couldn't save. A miracle beneath the ashes, A memory that won't decay. I hear the voices in the distance, Calling from another time. Through the ruins and the shadows, Something pulls me back inside. The violet wind is calling me, Through the places I can't see. A lost reflection in the dark, A fading light, a broken heart. The violet wind keeps carrying Everything that used to be. Between the silence and the sky, I find the pieces left behind. The gates are gone, the walls are empty, Only echoes remain. Numbers written in the silence, Secrets hidden in the rain. Golden shadows fall around me, Like angels learning how to fade. Among the forgotten faces, I still hear the songs they made. The violet wind is calling me, Through the places I can't see. A lost reflection in the dark, A fading light, a broken heart. The violet wind keeps carrying Everything that used to be. Between the silence and the sky, I find the pieces left behind.
