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Mirrors in the Rain 1 by Pedro Sidney

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Mirrors in the Rain 1

Ballad,Female vocals

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Lyrics
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(Verse 1)
I traced the cracks in the windowpane, like lines on my weathered skin,
A map of days drenched in silence, and nights where dreams wore thin.
Your shadow lingered in the doorway, a ghost in fading light,
But I found a spark beneath the rubble, a pulse that fought the night.
(Pre-Chorus)
Not just a story of breaking,
But the art of quietly remaking.
Every fragment, sharp and true,
Reflected something lost, then new.
(Chorus)
Mirrors in the rain, catching pieces of the storm,
I’m dancing with the fragments, finding shapes to transform.
In the hush between the thunder, in the cracks where light bends through,
I’m not who I was before — I’m a mosaic made of you.
(Verse 2)
The clock unwinds in soft rebellion, time folding like origami,
Each crease a memory’s echo, a whispered, fragile litany.
I walk through gardens of forgotten songs, where silence sings so loud,
And in the bloom of broken petals, I’m learning to be proud.
(Pre-Chorus)
Not just a story of breaking,
But the art of quietly remaking.
Every fragment, sharp and true,
Reflected something lost, then new.
(Chorus)
Mirrors in the rain, catching pieces of the storm,
I’m dancing with the fragments, finding shapes to transform.
In the hush between the thunder, in the cracks where light bends through,
I’m not who I was before — I’m a mosaic made of you.
(Bridge)
There’s a language in the silence, a symphony in the scars,
Where the past and future mingle beneath the flicker of the stars.
I don’t just mend the broken, I weave them into art,
A tapestry of shadow and flame, stitched straight into my heart.
(Chorus)
Mirrors in the rain, catching pieces of the storm,
I’m dancing with the fragments, finding shapes to transform.
In the hush between the thunder, in the cracks where light bends through,
I’m not who I was before — I’m a mosaic made of you.
(Outro)
So let the rain fall harder, let the mirrors catch the sky,
I’m finding beauty in the broken, and learning how to fly.