Gold from the Wreckage

Verse 1: In the twilight of empire, machines whisper cold, A man stands where the tracks of old dreams are sold. His hands once shaped the world, now they beg for his bread, While the eyes of a ghost town turn away in dread. Chorus: To someone who has nothing, anything is something, A smile in the wreckage, warmth in the cold. She looks past the downfall to the man that remains, In her eyes, a spark of the life he’ll reclaim. Verse 2: Day bleeds into night with the same silent song, Faces pass like shadows, right where they don’t belong. Then she returns, bearing gifts not of gold, With hands that reach out, breaking the mold. Bridge: She walks through the ashes of her own lost dreams, A queen in exile, or so it seems. Bound by the threads of an ordinary life, A mirror reflecting his strife. Verse 3: She sees the soul beneath the grime, the man he was before, Her gestures a lifeline thrown to a drowning shore. Just an average life, yet she stands so profound, In her simple act, redemption’s found. Chorus: To someone who has nothing, anything is something, A smile in the wreckage, warmth in the cold. She finds beauty in the struggle, in the scars life has drawn, In her steps, he finds the strength to carry on. Bridge: She walks through the ashes of her own lost dreams, A queen in exile, or so it seems. Bound by the threads of an ordinary life, A mirror reflecting his strife. [sombre cello to end] Chorus: To someone who has nothing, anything is something, A smile in the wreckage, warmth in the cold. She finds beauty in the struggle, in the scars life has drawn, In her steps, he finds the strength to carry on. [REPEAT] [FADE TO END] [REPEAT] [FADE TO END]