Out of the frost, I hear you call my name,
ghost notes of hope that spark a muted flame.
Through iron night I walk the wire,
each breath a vow to climb it higher.
Shadows pull, but your promise sings,
cracking the dark like dawn on wings.
Heartbeat drums where silence grew,
I trade my fear for drops of blue.
Towards the light, I strip the weight,
step by step, I recreate.
Let the skyline burn in rose and gold—
I’ll meet you where the broken unfold.