Before the night began to take its shape, A silent rhythm opened up my fate. You lit a spark that carried through the dark, A guiding echo waking up my heart. And in the rise before the sound breaks free, I feel the pulse you first awakened in me. Lift me upward through the shifting light, Where every beat turns darkness into sight. In this rhythm where the past aligns, Your echo carries me into the climb. The quiet moments where the years drift by Still pull me forward toward an open sky. The pulse you gave me never lost its flame, It moves within me every time I change. Through the rising tension, I breathe you in, A deeper truth where all new paths begin. Lift me upward through the shifting light, Where every beat turns darkness into sight. In this rhythm where the past aligns, Your echo carries me into the climb. Β© 2025 Katana~Buck Β· [DG 2324] Β· All rights reserved
