Across the dusk I chase the last refrain,
a silver road of echoes in the rain.
Every star is a vow I never spoke,
burning quiet, guiding where the broken go.
Winds may scatter names carved into stone,
yet the heart still beats in an unknown tone.
Through the night I carry your unfinished song,
mile by mile, where the shadowed rivers run.
When the skyline cracks into gold and blue,
I will meet you where the world begins anew.