The Weaver's Thread
Песня The Weaver's Thread стремится создать атмосферу размышления, внутренней борьбы и, в конечном итоге, обретения силы и самоопределения. https://www.producer.ai/BlackHardwar https://songly.gift/ru/app/videos/create https://sinonim.org/song#res Lyrics (Verse 1) Sunrise paints the window pane, a whisper in the breeze Another day, a brand new game, among the ancient trees I trace the lines upon my hand, a map I cannot read A silent promise, understand, a planted, growing seed (Pre-Chorus) They say it's written, set in stone, a path I must embrace But in my heart, a restless moan, a yearning for a space To carve my own design, to break the mold they've spun To find a truth that's truly mine, before the setting sun (Chorus) Oh, destiny, you fickle thing, a tapestry so grand With every joy and sorrow's sting, you guide this mortal hand But I will pull a different hue, a color yet unseen And weave a future, bold and new, a life that's truly queen (Verse 2) The river flows, it finds its way, through valleys deep and wide It doesn't question, come what may, just trusts the turning tide But I can choose to build a dam, or redirect the stream To shape the course, to understand, the power of a dream (Pre-Chorus) They say it's written, set in stone, a path I must embrace But in my heart, a restless moan, a yearning for a space To carve my own design, to break the mold they've spun To find a truth that's truly mine, before the setting sun (Chorus) Oh, destiny, you fickle thing, a tapestry so grand With every joy and sorrow's sting, you guide this mortal hand But I will pull a different hue, a color yet unseen And weave a future, bold and new, a life that's truly queen (Bridge) Perhaps the threads are intertwined, a pattern we can't see But in the choices that we find, lies our own liberty To question, to believe, to strive, to rise above the fear To keep the inner fire alive, and make our purpose clear (Guitar Solo) (Emotional, soaring, with a touch of melancholy but ultimately hopeful) (Chorus) Oh, destiny, you fickle thing, a tapestry so grand With every joy and sorrow's sting, you guide this mortal hand But I will pull a different hue, a color yet unseen And weave a future, bold and new, a life that's truly queen (Outro) The weaver's thread, it may be spun, but I hold the needle tight My own story has begun, bathed in my own light. My own light... My own light...
Песня The Weaver's Thread стремится создать атмосферу размышления, внутренней борьбы и, в конечном итоге, обретения силы и самоопределения. https://www.producer.ai/BlackHardwar https://songly.gift/ru/app/videos/create https://sinonim.org/song#res Lyrics (Verse 1) Sunrise paints the window pane, a whisper in the breeze Another day, a brand new game, among the ancient trees I trace the lines upon my hand, a map I cannot read A silent promise, understand, a planted, growing seed (Pre-Chorus) They say it's written, set in stone, a path I must embrace But in my heart, a restless moan, a yearning for a space To carve my own design, to break the mold they've spun To find a truth that's truly mine, before the setting sun (Chorus) Oh, destiny, you fickle thing, a tapestry so grand With every joy and sorrow's sting, you guide this mortal hand But I will pull a different hue, a color yet unseen And weave a future, bold and new, a life that's truly queen (Verse 2) The river flows, it finds its way, through valleys deep and wide It doesn't question, come what may, just trusts the turning tide But I can choose to build a dam, or redirect the stream To shape the course, to understand, the power of a dream (Pre-Chorus) They say it's written, set in stone, a path I must embrace But in my heart, a restless moan, a yearning for a space To carve my own design, to break the mold they've spun To find a truth that's truly mine, before the setting sun (Chorus) Oh, destiny, you fickle thing, a tapestry so grand With every joy and sorrow's sting, you guide this mortal hand But I will pull a different hue, a color yet unseen And weave a future, bold and new, a life that's truly queen (Bridge) Perhaps the threads are intertwined, a pattern we can't see But in the choices that we find, lies our own liberty To question, to believe, to strive, to rise above the fear To keep the inner fire alive, and make our purpose clear (Guitar Solo) (Emotional, soaring, with a touch of melancholy but ultimately hopeful) (Chorus) Oh, destiny, you fickle thing, a tapestry so grand With every joy and sorrow's sting, you guide this mortal hand But I will pull a different hue, a color yet unseen And weave a future, bold and new, a life that's truly queen (Outro) The weaver's thread, it may be spun, but I hold the needle tight My own story has begun, bathed in my own light. My own light... My own light...