P.O.V. (Fly high, Harpy, fly)

# P.O.V. — Fly high, Harpy, fly [Intro — wind, distant guitar feedback] Above the stones, above the names, the wind remembers nothing. [Verse 1] Broken temples under Neon skies, ancient walls where empires died. Kings once carved their names in stone, now the dust has claimed their thrones. Columns fall, the centuries pass, nothing built was made to last. Only the wind still crosses here, carrying whispers no one hears. [Pre-Chorus] It takes the weight, it takes the blame, it takes the ashes of every name. [Chorus — Massive Guitar Riff] Fly high, Harpy, fly, over the ruins left behind. Carry the dust into the sky, leave the weight of man behind. Fly high, Harpy, fly, where the ancient spirits rise. Show the way beyond the clouds, show the light to those who let go. [Verse 2] Through broken gates and silent graves, the wind moves on, the wind remains. What men believed would never fade is swallowed slowly by the age. No crown survives, no wall remains, only the wind remembers change. [Bridge — stripped down] The proud temple falls. The mountain stays. The wind keeps moving through the endless days. [Instrumental — soaring blues guitar solo] [Final Chorus — Huge] Fly high, Harpy, fly, above the ruins of our time. Take the darkness from the earth, leave the light behind. Fly high, Harpy, fly, higher than the ancient skies. Those who learned to let go will follow where the eagle flies. [Outro — wind fading] The stones will fall. The names will fade. The wind will carry them away. Fly high. [Whisper] Fly. Higher. Let go.