[Intro – Soft Piano Ballad] I woke up in a broken frame, The mirror laughed and called my name. Who stitched the heavens with crooked hands? Who buried the seas beneath the sands? [Verse 1 – Ballad continues, light bass joins] A figure drifted down the lane, Old songs still clinging to my name. They hummed a tune I used to know, A melody from long ago. [Chorus – Multi-voice Harmony ] Is there a thread to tomorrow? Or are we pulling at seams? Are we dreaming of something borrowed? Living second-hand dreams? [Verse 2 – Growing, drums soft entrance] The clock unwinds a bitter joke, A sigh, a stumble, a cloud of smoke. If time’s a liar dressed in lace, Why do we chase his shadowed face? [Bridge – Operatic Build-Up] Father said "Stand and fight!" (Stand and fight!) Mother said "Kneel and pray!" (Kneel and pray!) The preacher sold me second sight — Still I’m blind, anyway... [Rock Section – Hard Rock Burst, powerful guitars, full drums] Tear it down! Build it higher! Strike the match! Feed the fire! Let the fools and kings conspire — We’re all pawns under the wire! [Verse 3 – Acoustic guitar softens, reflective mood] I danced along the crooked line, Shared my bread, drank my wine. If meaning’s stitched in broken thread, I'll wear it proud before I'm dead. [Final Chorus – Full Band and Choir, grand and emotional] There’s a thread to tomorrow, Woven deep in our scars. We are the stitches of sorrow, We are the falling stars! [Outro – Gentle fading piano and layered soft vocals] Under the weight, we all must bend... Still we pretend... Still we pretend... [End]
