Ink~.

Ooh... Threads of ink and of yesterday... From the root that names me The thread of my lineage Comes crossing the shadow In this silent landscape Ink that I inherited in my soul Blood that writes tomorrow Finds calm within the chest Facing the hollow night And so I was born between the lines of yesterday Where oblivion loses itself again I am the word that time does not erase The burning echo that comes to the soul's rescue Letters of light in the wind Fly from my hand into the air They sing of the ancient torment They dance with a sorrowful grace The paper guards the memory Of what we once were It continues weaving the history This secret harmony And so I was born between the lines of yesterday Where oblivion loses itself again I am the word that time does not erase The burning echo that comes to the soul's rescue It is not just ink that flows here It is the certainty that time does not destroy We are the river seeking its sea We are the song returning home Threads of ink... Threads of yesterday... I was born between lines... And there I stayed... Mm...