Burning streets

Burning streets

Burning streets beneath the neon sky,

Shadows whisper low, all the lies.

We chase the wind, stumble, then fall,

But we rise again, hear the night’s call.

Guitars moan like a distant storm,

Hearts on fire, bending the norm.

Every scar tells a story untold,

Every cry’s a treasure, worth more than gold.

We’re living on the edge of the night,

Fists held high, standing to fight.

No regrets, just the flames we light,

Rolling through this world till morning’s bright.

Running through chaos, breaking chains,

Thunder rolling deep through our veins.

The world may shake, the night may roar,

But we’ll keep on reaching, always for more.

We’re sparks in the dark, the wild unknown,

Burning brighter than the stars have shown.

Through the storm, we’ll carve our own way,

Rocking forever, come what may.

We’re living on the edge of the night,

Fists held high, standing to fight.

No regrets, just the flames we light,

Rolling through this world till morning’s bright.