Breathe

(Strofa 1)

The city sleeps, a concrete dream,

Another day, it would seem.

But shadows dance where neon glows,

And silence whispers what no one knows.

(Strofa 2)

I walk these streets, a lonely soul,

Searching for a story to make me whole.

Each footstep echoes in the night,

A rhythm of longing, a fading light.

(Strofa 3)

The rain falls soft, a gentle tear,

Washing away the doubt and fear.

But memories linger, bittersweet,

Of moments lost, and chances we didn't meet.

(Strofa 4)

I close my eyes, I take a breath,

A fragile hope defying death.

To find a meaning, a reason why,

Beneath the surface, where truths lie.

(Strofa 5)

The wind it howls, a mournful sound,

As broken promises scatter around.

But in the distance, a glimmer appears,

A spark of courage to dry my tears.

(Strofa 6)

I reach for it, with trembling hand,

A chance to rise, to understand.

That even in darkness, beauty thrives,

In the simple act of being alive.

(Strofa 7)

So let me breathe, let me feel,

The pulse of life, the wounds that heal.

For in this moment, I find my way,

To face the dawn, and seize the day.

(Strofa 8)

And as the sun begins to rise,

I open my heart to clear blue skies.

With every breath, a new beginning,

A chance to love, a chance for winning.