Ink on the page
silence holding it´s breath
one bow draws across a string
and the air begins to bend
cellos carve the ground
violins rise and spin
every note a whispered vow
As the story pulls me in
I am the soundtrack
under your courage
under your fear
I am the thunder
Rising behind every tear
When the world is breaking
and you are standing in the flame
I am the soundtrack
Calling you forgotten name
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