Unspoken Echoes

A ghost of your laughter on the wind that sings. We built a world, a fragile house of cards, Now scattered remnants pricking at my scars. Silence screams where conversations flowed, Each empty corner echoes what we owed. Did I miss a signal, a flicker in your eyes? Was the love we nurtured a beautiful disguise? I search for answers in the shards of what we were, A tapestry unraveled, threads frayed and obscure. Anger flares, a tempest in my chest, Then crumbles to dust, leaving only unrest. But amidst the wreckage, a flicker of light, A strength I didn't know, ready to take flight. This pain, a teacher, harsh but oh so wise, Will guide me onward, with tear-filled, open eyes. The path ahead is shrouded, a future unknown, But I'll pick up the pieces, rebuild on my own. This heartbreak, a sculptor, will chisel a new soul, More resilient, braver, ready to make itself whole. [Saxophone solo] This pain, a teacher, harsh but oh so wise, Will guide me onward, with tear-filled, open eyes. The path ahead is shrouded, a future unknown, But I'll pick up the pieces, rebuild on my own. This heartbreak, a sculptor, will chisel a new soul, More resilient, braver, ready to make itself whole. [Outro] This heartbreak, a sculptor, will chisel a new soul, More resilient, braver, ready to make itself whole. [Instrumental]