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"Beyond the Echo" (Verse 1) The shadows in the corner keep a rhythm of their own, Whispering of places where the seeds of doubt were sown. I trace the lines upon my palms, the roadmap of the years, Drowning out the static with the courage born of fears. Every echo tells a story that I’ve tried to rewrite, But I’m finding better meaning in the middle of the night. (Chorus) I’m more than just a fracture in the glass, More than all the hollow things that pass. If the weight of yesterday begins to pull me low, I’ll find a different frequency, a different way to go. The fire isn’t dying, it’s just changing how it burns, Teaching me the patience that the broken spirit learns. (Verse 2) They see the surface silence, but they don’t hear the sound, Of the heavy, quiet labor of the soul upon the ground. I’m shedding all the armor that I thought I had to wear, Stepping through the threshold, breathing in the lighter air. It isn’t about running from the ghost inside the hall, It’s learning how to stand up just as steady after the fall. (Bridge) One more sunrise, one more grain of sand, Holding all the fragments in the hollow of my hand. It isn't an ending, it’s a shift in the design, Crossing over borders that I thought were never mine. (Outro) Watch the rhythm rising, watch the spirit mend, I am the beginning, not the broken end. Just watch me rise. Still rising.
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"Beyond the Echo" (Verse 1) The shadows in the corner keep a rhythm of their own, Whispering of places where the seeds of doubt were sown. I trace the lines upon my palms, the roadmap of the years, Drowning out the static with the courage born of fears. Every echo tells a story that I’ve tried to rewrite, But I’m finding better meaning in the middle of the night. (Chorus) I’m more than just a fracture in the glass, More than all the hollow things that pass. If the weight of yesterday begins to pull me low, I’ll find a different frequency, a different way to go. The fire isn’t dying, it’s just changing how it burns, Teaching me the patience that the broken spirit learns. (Verse 2) They see the surface silence, but they don’t hear the sound, Of the heavy, quiet labor of the soul upon the ground. I’m shedding all the armor that I thought I had to wear, Stepping through the threshold, breathing in the lighter air. It isn’t about running from the ghost inside the hall, It’s learning how to stand up just as steady after the fall. (Bridge) One more sunrise, one more grain of sand, Holding all the fragments in the hollow of my hand. It isn't an ending, it’s a shift in the design, Crossing over borders that I thought were never mine. (Outro) Watch the rhythm rising, watch the spirit mend, I am the beginning, not the broken end. Just watch me rise. Still rising.
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