In the city of tears, the lanterns weep,
Glass towers hum where the dreamers sleep.
Your voice, Amelia, drips like silver rain,
Threading through cracks in this porcelain pain.
We walk on echoes, barefoot on stone,
Each step a prayer to the unknown.
The river remembers, the moon forgets—
Still I carry your name in my hollow chest.
Sing, broken skyline, sing me home,
Where shadows dance and never roam.
In the city of tears, we bloom, we fade,
Two falling notes that the night replayed.