The Weight of Light

Beneath the silver sky, where dreams fade to dust,
We walk a fragile line, in a world we can’t trust.
Every breath we take, a whisper in the dark,
The meaning slips away, like a dying spark.
The weight of light, it pulls us down,
In the quiet night, we wear a crown,
Of sorrow’s gold, of memories past,
The meaning of life, it never lasts.
In the garden of time, where the flowers wither slow,
We search for answers in the rivers that no longer flow.
Every step we take, echoes through the night,
Chasing after shadows, lost in endless flight.
The weight of light, it pulls us down,
In the quiet night, we wear a crown,
Of sorrow’s gold, of memories past,
The meaning of life, it never lasts.
We reach for the stars, but they’re cold to the touch,
The heavens look down, but they don’t say much.
In the silence, we find our broken hearts,
Searching for the light, in the darkened parts.
The weight of light, it pulls us down,
In the quiet night, we wear a crown,
Of sorrow’s gold, of memories past,
The meaning of life, it never lasts.