In the depths of a silent abyss, where echoes lose their voice

In the depths of a silent abyss, where echoes lose their voice, An old song is heard, a muffled murmur, a sigh of longing, A tremor that shakes the sanctity of love and dispels dreaming In a universe of cold shadows, where the light slowly fades. Here, hearts lose their rhythm, hidden under the veil of silence, And souls dance frantically on the edge of a time abyss, While the vortex of existence wraps them in spirals of deception, Beyond senses, beyond hope, in the core of darkness. Faceless figures utter meaningless words, like in a cold dream, And silhouettes melt into the dusk, like a shiver of lost light, A ritual of self-separation, a journey to the eternal void, Where only silence remains, an echo of a forgotten love. In the vastness of this indifference, where hope is an illusion, A destiny is born from the ashes of extinguished desires, a mute song, A dream rising on sparrow wings, to the sky beyond the dream, To rediscover the lost light, beyond the unknown darkness. Bow your head, little sparrow, and weep the unwept tears, Lift your gaze to a future waiting to be found, For in the depths of the abyss flickers a candle, a beacon of hope, And together, we will fly over the shadows of the past, towards the light. Darkness is merely the absence of light, but you and I see beyond, Where no freedom is too distant, no change too great, And our love persists where blind hatred tyrannically reigns, A dream, a purpose, a hope that carries our wings to infinity. We have tasted the depths of the abyss, felt the thrill of ultimate loss, But together, we can weep over the shadows of the past and fly far away.