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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