Somewhere, the clocks forgot to turn And windows blink like tired eyes The rooftops hum in minor chords And silence learns to improvise We left our names on misted glass A language only shadows knew The buildings lean like they remember What we were never meant to do And all the doors became suggestion The maps were folded out of shape But still your voice, a distant lantern Cut through the static like a flame We were glass birds in a storm sky Fragile truths in borrowed flight Traced each other through the chaos With no promise to survive But even shards can find direction When the wind forgets to lie Your name is softer than the sirens Still sharp enough to make me bleed I stitched your letters into silence Wore them out like rosary beads No flags, no sides, just empty space Where bodies end and meaning starts But even in this cold suspension We kept the fire in our hearts We were glass birds in a storm sky Fragile truths in borrowed flight Traced each other through the chaos With no promise to survive But even shards can find direction When the wind forgets to lie I never saw the ending coming But I watched it every night Folded in the kitchen light Like a song you never write We were glass birds in a storm sky Held together by a thread Even if the sky has fallen We still fly through what was said Not to win, not to be seen Just to mean something instead If anyone asks where we went— Tell them: we became the wind.
