The Fraying Strings of Control
• Written by user527469027
(Verse 1)
In twilight’s grip, the shadows creep,
A weary heart, in silence weeps.
Once a master of the dance,
Now I stumble, lost my chance.
The winds of fate, they howl and roar,
As I reach for dreams, but find no shore.
(Chorus)
Oh, let me weave my tale anew,
With threads of gold and skies so blue.
But every note I try to play,
Slips like grains of sand away.
So here I stand, in tempest’s hold,
A story told, but never bold.
(Verse 2)
With every vow, I sought to bind,
Yet chaos laughs, with cruel mind.
Beneath the stars, I sought the light,
But shadows linger, cloaked in night.
Oh, fickle fate, I cursed your name,
Yet still I dance, inside the flame.
(Chorus)
Oh, let me weave my tale anew,
With threads of gold and skies so blue.
But every note I try to play,
Slips like grains of sand away.
So here I stand, in tempest’s hold,
A story told, but never bold.
(Bridge)
I’ll pen a verse of what I’ve lost,
A fleeting dream at such a cost.
With quill in hand, I'll forge ahead,
But echoes whisper, I feel misled.
(Chorus)
Oh, let me weave my tale anew,
With threads of gold and skies so blue.
But every note I try to play,
Slips like grains of sand away.
So here I stand, in tempest’s hold,
A story told, but never bold.
(Outro)
So heed my sigh beneath the moon,
A melody that fades too soon.
In seeking peace, I lost my way,
Yet still, I sing, come what may.
For bound we are, to rise and fall,
In this grand dance, we find it all.
