Echoes of Light (Gothic Rock)

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In the sky, a fleeting spark,
A moment’s joy, a world left dark.
We chase the glow, the burst, the sound,
But what is lost when light hits ground?
The earth, it breathes, it bears the weight,
Of chemicals we celebrate.
The air, it thickens, the rivers cry,
Yet we still aim for the sky.
The creatures flee, their hearts in fright,
A symphony of fear, not light.
Do we not see, do we not hear,
The cost of what we hold so dear?
A flash, a bang, a brief delight,
But shadows linger in the night.
The waste remains, the silence grows,
A question only conscience knows.
What is beauty, what is art,
If it tears the world apart?
Can we not find a gentler way,
To mark the end, to greet the day?
Perhaps the stars, untouched, serene,
Are all the fire we’ve ever seen.
Perhaps the earth, in its quiet grace,
Holds all the light we need to face.
So let us pause, let us reflect,
On what we harm, what we neglect.
For every spark that fades too soon,
Leaves echoes in the fragile moon.
In stillness, find the truest flame,
A love for life, not just a name.
For in the end, the light we seek,
Is in the care for every peak.
So let us choose a softer fight,
To heal the world, to share its light.
For beauty lies not in the blaze,
But in the love that always stays.
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"In the silence of the storm, we find the echoes of our souls - a fragile light amidst the infinite dark."
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