[Verse 1]
Back home beside the silent streets,
he watched his mother wait,
A woman he had fought for years,
yet loved beneath the hate.

[Verse 2]
Her love reached sons who lost their way,
through prison, shame, and scars,
And flowed unchanged to younger lives
like light through winter stars.

[Chorus]
Love is not a dwindling flame,
but many fires made one.
And Gabriele walks between
the shadows and the sun

[Verse 3]
He turned the Greek names in his mind—
eros, storge, grace—
Yet every border scholars drew
grew thin in human space.

[Chorus]
Love is not a dwindling flame,
but many fires made one.
And Gabriele walks between
the shadows and the sun

[Bridge]
He loved his mother from afar.
He loved by leaving once.
He loved by coming home again.

[Verse 4]
And Potsdam stood before him then,
not memory, but ground,
A place that shaped the hidden parts
he only now had found.

[Chorus]
Love is not a dwindling flame,
but many fires made one.
And Gabriele walks between
the shadows and the sun

(guitar solo)

Love is not a dwindling flame,
but many fires made one.

(Fade)