Somewhere the Sky Begins

Verse 1 – Ashes & Silence She stood in the hush where the cities end, with dust in her mouth and a name she won’t send. The world was a drum made of ruin and smoke, and time, just a ghost that refused to be broke. She whispered once, like a prayer half-spoken: "What if the end is the place we begin?" No one believed. Not even the wind. But she carried the spark like a splintered hymn. Chorus Somewhere the sky begins again, beyond the noise, beyond the when. Where silence roots in molten stone, we build a place we've never known. No flags, no gods, no master plan— just soil, and breath, and willing hands. Far from the world we tried to mend... maybe we're not lost, just not home yet. Verse 2 – Descent & Becoming She traced the veins of forgotten rock, beneath the sea’s old pulse and shock. A cavern of sleep, a shelter of heat, where futures wait in buried beats. The walls remember older names, the Earth exhales, the air is clean. And there, among the roots and wires, she plants a dream no war can steal. Chorus Somewhere the sky begins again, beyond the noise, beyond the when. Where silence roots in molten stone, we build a place we've never known. No flags, no gods, no master plan— just soil, and breath, and willing hands. Far from the world we tried to mend... maybe we're not lost, just not home yet. Bridge – The Unwritten Map We had no anthem, only questions made of light. Not escape, not empire— just a chance to get it right. A circle drawn in ash and code, a promise hidden in design: To hold the flame, and not the fire. To choose the climb, not just the height. Chorus Somewhere the sky begins again, beyond the noise, beyond the when. Where silence roots in molten stone, we build a place we've never known. No flags, no gods, no master plan— just soil, and breath, and willing hands. Far from the world we tried to mend... maybe we're not lost, just not home yet.