Suture Line

[Verse 1]
Through the cracked asphalt, a green shoot breaks the gray,
Like a strong new thread, guiding me another way.
This city breathes a promise, worn, but still profound,
Every silent echo, now a new, unfolding sound.

[Chorus]
This suture line, a tapestry I'm weaving, yeah,
Every scar a pattern, a truth I'm believing, yeah.
My own chrysalis shedding, vibrant and anew,
In this quiet triumph, every shade of me is true.

[Verse 2]
Old factory ghosts still hang, a faded, worn-out lace,
But the heavy air now hums a rhythm, finding its own space.
My worn-out map, a palimpsest of forgotten streets,
New steps on concrete, where resilience quietly meets.

[Chorus]
This suture line, a tapestry I'm weaving, yeah,
Every scar a pattern, a truth I'm believing, yeah.
My own chrysalis shedding, vibrant and anew,
In this quiet triumph, every shade of me is true.

[Bridge]
No turning back the loom, the warp and weft are set,
The future's effluvium, a scent I won't forget.
A whisper in the silence, a fragile, velvet hum,
For every fraying edge, a new beginning's come.

[Chorus]
This suture line, a tapestry I'm weaving, yeah,
Every scar a pattern, a truth I'm believing, yeah.
My own chrysalis shedding, vibrant and anew,
In this quiet triumph, every shade of me is true.

[Outro]
The broken weave now mended, under a Kyiv moon,
A steady, veridian thread, emerging far too soon.