In the cradle of the night
A fleeting truth takes flight
The clock ticks slow yet steals away
A fragile world in shades of grey
The echoes hum a lonely tune
Underneath the hollow moon
Shattered dreams like glass they fall
Yet in the fragments we see it all
Only holy story written in the scars
Guided by the dimmest stars
Through the cracks the light still bleeds
A whispered hope the heart still needs
Only holy story carved in endless time
Fragile yet divine
The city breathes in quiet despair
Broken wings still cut the air
Footsteps trace a faded line
Between the mortal and divine
Memories burn like fleeting flames
Yet every ember calls your name
Only holy story written in the scars
Guided by the dimmest stars
Through the cracks the light still bleeds
A whispered hope the heart still needs
Only holy story carved in endless time
Fragile yet divine
If pain is the canvas let love be the art
If loss is the silence let truth be the start
Every tear a brush stroke, every cry a refrain
This holy story lives in the rain
Only holy story written in the scars
Guided by the dimmest stars
Through the cracks the light still bleeds
A whispered hope the heart still needs
Only holy story carved in endless time
Only holy story written in the scars
Guided by the dimmest stars
Through the cracks the light still bleeds
A whispered hope the heart still needs
Only holy story carved in endless time