Beneath the sky that never speaks We stitch our truths with weathered leaks Your voice was carved in maple wood, a fragile hymn, misunderstood Footsteps lost on ember trails, I followed smoke through silent gales We were maps drawn on the wind, folded time and back again Threads of ash in shifting light, burning soft, but holding tight Every echo, every thread, keeps us walking where we bled Lanterns flicker in your chest, a compass heart that won’t find rest Your shadow hums in minor chords, like haunted leaves on broken boards Let the forest take our names, let the sky rewrite the flames Threads of ash in shifting light, burning soft, but holding tight In the hush where we begin, we are stitched beneath the wind We are stitched… beneath… the wind… © 2025 Symbiosis Music. All rights reserved.
