Though pain hangs like a shroud,
I weave threads of laughter into our space,
each step a prayer for hope’s revival,
your heart’s pulse entwined with mine;
we glide through moments that brush against eternity,
fearless in this quiet rebellion against decay.
I weave threads of laughter into our space,
each step a prayer for hope’s revival,
your heart’s pulse entwined with mine;
we glide through moments that brush against eternity,
fearless in this quiet rebellion against decay.