Track Insight / Lyrics
In autumn's chill, with wings so pale,
A moth descends, too frail to sail.
Amidst the rust, the shuttered sights,
He searches for a flicker, whiteness, light.
Oh, lingering hope, in shadows deep,
Canst thou guide him to a place to creep?
Where warmth resides, beyond the night,
And dreams of dawn may take his flight.
He finds a bench, once crowded with delight,
Now creaking to a solitary plight.
The wooden slats, weathered to a haze,
A haven for a chance, for final rays.
Oh, lingering hope, in shadows deep,
Canst thou guide him to a place to creep?
Where warmth resides, beyond the night,
And dreams of dawn may take his flight.
As morning nears, the breeze subsides,
The moth alights, no longer hides.
In vulnerable repose, he waits,
For sunbeams to dissolve his fate.
Oh, lingering hope, in shadows deep,
Canst thou guide him to a place to creep?
Where warmth resides, beyond the night,
And dreams of dawn may take his flight.
In fragile faith, he utters a sigh,
As radiance illuminates the sky.
The world awakens, no longer gray,
And his frail form takes to the ray.
In paradigm of life's tentative stride,
The moth's resolve aligns with the tide.
He knows his path, though winding may be,
Driven by instinct, as he's meant to be.
Oh, lingering hope, in shadows deep,
Canst thou guide him to a place to creep?
Where warmth resides, beyond the night,
And dreams of dawn may take his flight.
Oh, lingering hope, in shadows deep,
Canst thou guide him to a place to creep?
Where warmth resides, beyond the night,
And dreams of dawn may take his flight.
As park gates open with a cheer,
The moth's drive now is clear.
In this, his carriage, as he takes flight,
Guided by hope's soft, lingering light.
