Glass Walls

Verse 1: Through glass, life flutters by — a silent film on constant replay. Here, in the quiet, shadows and light perform their quiet ballet. A world vibrant, just out of grasp, dances — blurs into nights and days. Encased, watching, as time carves rivers in landscapes it never stays. Chorus: Here, where glass walls whisper tales of the outside, I remain, A figure motionless, a breath fogging the barrier, again and again. A distant laughter seeps through — a sound I used to understand, Now, a reminder of spaces where my shadow no longer lands. Verse 2: This routine, a crafted echo of life, becomes my art — A performance for no one, where each end is just a start. In the silence, the heart murmurs a tune of its own, A rhythm unshared, in this glass house, quietly grown. Chorus: Here, where glass walls whisper tales of the outside, I remain, A figure motionless, a breath fogging the barrier, again and again. A distant laughter seeps through — a sound I used to understand, Now, a reminder of spaces where my shadow no longer lands. Verse 2: This routine, a crafted echo of life, becomes my art — A performance for no one, where each end is just a start. In the silence, the heart murmurs a tune of its own, A rhythm unshared, in this glass house, quietly grown. A rhythm unshared, in this glass house, quietly grown.