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Embers Rekindled by Tammy

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Embers Rekindled by Tammy - Soul music cover art

Embers Rekindled

Soul

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After seasons spun their tales, you return like a whispered breeze,
Carrying echoes of laughter, shadows of our yesterdays.
Our clocks once danced to different beats, now synced in tender time,
Hearts thawed from winter silence, ready to compose our rhyme.
Glitter beneath ashes, a secret flame that never died,
Woven through years of distance, now blazing amplified.
The winds of fate conspired, steering your soul back to mine,
In the gallery of moments, your hand fits perfectly in mine.
Now is the canvas, where we paint our revival, Brush strokes of passion, hues of survival,
Love’s not just fire, it’s the roots and the rain, The pulse of the earth, healing our pain.
Time’s gentle architect, crafting our story anew, With love in our hearts, the right kind, true.
Remember the electric nights, pulses like lightning’s dance,
Now deeper than currents, an ocean’s expansive expanse.
Wisdom carved in our smiles, lessons etched in our scars,
Together we’re constellations, mapping galaxies of stars.
A flicker beneath ashes, a secret flame that never died,
Woven through years of distance, now blazing amplified.
The winds of fate conspired, steering your soul back to mine,
In the gallery of moments, your hand fits perfectly in mine.
Now is the canvas, where we paint our revival, Brush strokes of passion, hues of survival,
Love’s not just fire, it’s the roots and the rain, The pulse of the earth, healing our pain.
Time’s gentle architect, crafting our story anew, With love in our hearts, the right kind, true.
No chains hold us captive, no shadows to chase,
From ember to wildfire, your touch is my grace.
We’re architects of moments, sculptors of fate,
In this symphony of souls, it’s never too late.
Now is the canvas, where we paint our revival, Brush strokes of passion, hues of survival,
Love’s not just fire, it’s the roots and the rain, The pulse of the earth, healing our pain.
Time’s gentle architect, crafting our story anew, With love in our hearts, the right kind, true.
With every heartbeat, a promise reborn, In love’s quiet harbor, forever we’ll warm.
The embers glow, now a radiant light, Together we shine, endless bright.