On the edge of sound, a breath of words,

A spark ignites, love feels the burn.

We are a story, strange yet true,

A fleeting moment—no past in view.

There, past the line where shadows sleep,

We hide our fears, but glances keep.

The roads keep racing, where’s our home?

I see the light—it calls, we run.

A spark inside still shines,

The light is drawing lines.

Don’t let this moment fade,

Love’s world is ours to claim.

You see the sky—our sign is there,

Time will unveil what days declare.

Walls are falling, fears let go,

Night is rising with our glow.

And let the world just hold its breath,

And let the stars fall to the ground.

I hear a whisper, soft, it says:

"Go where the love is found."

A spark inside still shines,

The light is drawing lines.

Don’t let this moment fade,

Love’s world is ours to claim.