Cheers to (E535)

Cheers, the week lies shattered like glass behind our backs, we breathe through clouds of ashes, while the night fades black. The bass rolls like thunder, hearts beat against the stone, we rose from all the grey, but fire became our own. The city sings its echoes through concrete, rain and light, silence turns to music underneath the neon night. Nobody came for power, nobody came for war, we came to feel a dream awake like never before. Heels strike the floor, sparks are running through our blood, we dance across the shadows like a river in a flood. Every step’s a poem that the midnight winds will carry, every breath a flame that makes the darkness temporary. The boys beside the bar raise glasses to the sky, laughing at the storms that tried to break our lives. Old scars shine like silver, medals from the past, everything we carried made our spirits last. The girls across the dance floor float like ocean waves, eyes brighter than the city lights that paint the streets in flames. Rain turns into diamonds on the pavement cold and grey, and the night keeps whispering, “You were never born to stay.” Guitars cut the silence, warm and wild and free, drums become the heartbeat of who we dared to be. Voices crack like thunder, but they never disappear, strength lives inside the fractures when we face our fear. We’re not chasing tomorrow, we are holding on to now, with tired open hands and sweat upon our brow. Every fall becomes the soil where new dreams rise, every scar becomes a doorway underneath the skies. Cheers to every heartbeat that refused to lose its flame, to every soul that stumbled but still rose again. When the morning finds us and the darkness fades from view, ashes bloom like roses in a soul-jazz groove.