Soot Silk

[Verse 1]
The windowpane breathes slow, a fog-worn shroud,
Each rain-streaked whisper, echoing out loud.
Reflecting ghosts in glass, a story etched in grey,
Of quiet strength, at the closing of the day.

[Chorus]
Soot silk unravels, a silent, grey design,
This city's frayed edges, where my spirit aligns.
In the heavy air, a new thread I find,
Leaving broken patterns far behind.

[Verse 2]
A rusted key, its pattern worn and deep,
Unlocking tales the factory walls still keep.
Each chipped mosaic, a fragmented, fading weave,
A silent promise, what I still believe.
The forgotten corners, where the shadows play,
Holding tight to solace, chasing dread away.

[Bridge]
This fractured quiet, a strange, tender hold,
A tapestry of grit, fiercely bold.
Where green shoots push through cracked concrete's lace,
I mend my soul, finding my own space.

[Outro]
Woven shadows, in the drone of night,
Soot silk whispers, holding on to light.