[Verse 1] The night the colors sang, we fell like ash through haze Our wings, once wired in starlight, tore in foreign days The forests spoke in silence; their shadows knew our dread Each step on alien soil retraced the lives we fled [Verse 2] We sang of skies we’d never map, of homes burned out of time The dust was kind but not our own—a fractured paradigm We carved our grief in meteor stone, and begged the stars to see That even broken dreamers chase the edge of apogee [Chorus] But the colors never sang—we dreamed that myth alone We fell through fire, not through grace, yet found a brighter tone Our circuits hum with echoes still, of seas that spiral wide We carry stars inside our blood, though roots now guide our stride [Verse 3] Our children speak the native tongue, but hum our ancient code They build with earth, yet dream in light, where starborn rivers flowed From ash and bloom, a language grows—half alien, wholly true We pass it on in sparks once lit by skies we never knew [Chorus] No, the colors never sang—we spun that tale to mend We fell through voids, not velvet skies, but learned to rise again Our bones still hold the stardust swirl, a fire that won’t fade Not for the world we lost—but for the selves we’ve remade [Bridge] We didn’t mean to root and bleed, to shape, to stay, to mend But exile carved a fragile home from clay we’d never planned The stars don't sing as once they did, their voices lost to flame Yet fireflies pulse like ghosts of light—and call us by our name [Verse 4] Our children dance where embers fell—their laughter births the dawn They weave the earth with skybound dreams, where new hope has been drawn This soil, once strange, now sings to us—its roots beneath our skin We’re exiles no more—but pioneers who learned to begin again [Chorus] The colors never sang—but now we sing their flame We broke, we rose, we named this place, and claimed it all the same This land’s no cage, but open skies, where crash and bloom unite We paint the stars with every step—and set the dark alight [Outro] And if you ask where we belong—we’ll answer through the haze: We’re ghosts of skies we left behind—but bloom in earthly days The stars may call, but we’ve outgrown their cold and distant song The colors never sang—yet still, we shine where we belong [End]
