[Intro: Ethereal pads, Lonely piano, Slow tempo] Who was the light for, lone and high? Hands can’t hold it, drifting by. Morning moves with merciful glow, Dust of dreams in equal snow. [Verse 1: Acoustic guitar, Airy vocals, Nostalgic] Wings in the wind, they wavered wide, Blessed like breath, we learned to glide. Back then, bare beneath the blue, All we did was look — and knew. Looking up was how we prayed. [Pre-Chorus: Minimal instrumentation, Building tension, Whispered] Empty palms, yet something stayed, Sacred, silent, softly laid. [Chorus: Melancholic swell, Cello entrance, Emotional high] But it broke — too brief, too bright, Frail as frost, it fled the light. Never meant for endless time, Never ours to cage or bind. When the light leaned far away, Wingbeats waned and washed to gray, Life lay low, slow as a sigh, Stoneward, softly — we returned. [Post-Chorus: Echoing backing vocals] That’s the law of angels’ kind: Loved by light, or left behind. Nameless, weightless, we descend. [Verse 2: Darker tone, Deep bass, Cynical delivery] “Bottle the sun,” somebody said, Morning burned the words in red. “Scale the shine with these two hands,” Night cried out with sharp commands. Eyes from heaven, hard and cold, Borrowed justice, bought and sold, Claim and clash and claw for more — Light became a thing for war. [Chorus 2: Intense, Distorted textures, Painful expression] But the light we locked was lava-hot, Scorched the skin — and left us not. Blistered palms and blistered breath, Nothing nested there but death. Fallen feathers faced the floor, Forgot the way to stone once more. [Bridge: Stripped back, Ambient wash, Reverb heavy, "Silver" sound] One by one, with want undone, No more bottles, no more sums, Only standing in the sun, Soaking slow in silver hum. “Light’s not stored — it’s only worn, Bathed in birth, not kept or torn.” [Ritardando, Voice fading] Last words low and barely known — Softly… slowly… turning stone. [Final Chorus: Grand, Cinematic, Orchestral backing, Resolving] Stone I stay, yet sky I keep, Shape in silence, buried deep. Takers, tremble — you won’t reach, Empty hands can never teach. What won’t fade and won’t depart Waits awake inside this heart. [Outro: Silence, Stone texture sound, Fade out]
