THE CORE Some things are never lost… They just become part of the ache. You carry galaxies in quiet moments, Ancient roots and cherry skies at once. One breath you’re whispering to shadows, The next you’re dancing beneath indifferent suns. You turn the ashes into fragile gardens, Turn the deepest scars into something that still shines. Every story left behind you Finds a way to cut through time… and still survive. No single color… no single name… Just a thousand roads burned down into one flame. CORE… The pieces that remain. CORE… The quiet fire beneath the rain. Every wound we tried to bury, Every dream that learned to break, Every tear we swallowed silent… Still becomes a song we cannot shake. CORE… The truth beneath the skin. CORE… The lonely place where we begin… again. From the porch where old songs still linger, To the empty worlds beyond the stars… From the hands that once held all our memories, To the silence that travels twice as far. The past is not a prison — It’s a ghost that holds you tight. It’s the rhythm underneath the breaking, The heartbeat bleeding through the night. The earth remembers… The stars remember… Every voice we loved and lost Still echoes somewhere deep inside… And it hurts like hell. CORE… Wild and tender, old and new. CORE… A thousand colors breaking through. From the darkest night we ever knew, To the brightest sky we can’t undo… The pieces of a lifetime Still learn how to fly… Even when they’re torn in two. CORE… This is what survives… Even when it breaks us. The song goes quiet… But the music… Never really leaves.
