In the hush of the night, when the stars start to fade,
I reach for the echo your heartbeat once made.
Through the smoke of the years, through the tears that we sealed,
I still carry the fire—gonna make it real.
Let the thunder roll on, let the skyline unbend;
I’ll carve your name in the wind, I’ll follow it till the end.
With a whisper of steel and a promise I feel,
Love can’t break if we bend—help me make it real.