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Prism of Our Becoming 2 by ANAS

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Prism of Our Becoming 2

pop,female vocals

0:003:20
Lyrics
Description
(Verse 1)
We’re stardust scribbled on the back of a weathered map,
Tracing constellations in the cracks, where time collapses.
A carousel of echoes spinning in the neon haze,
You’re the pulse beneath my skin, the fire in the maze.
(Pre-Chorus)
Whispered secrets in the dark, untamed and raw,
We’re painting galaxies where silence once saw.
Break the frame, tear the page,
Rewrite the night, release the cage.
(Chorus)
In the prism of our becoming, fractured light turns whole,
A kaleidoscope of scars and dreams, the colors of our soul.
Falling through the spectrum, wild and unconfined,
We’re the art that bends the edges of time.
(Verse 2)
Your laugh’s a comet blazing trails through my doubt,
In the labyrinth of whispers, you’re the only route.
Every stumble, every scar — a verse in our song,
A mosaic of moments where we both belong.
(Pre-Chorus)
Whispered secrets in the dark, untamed and raw,
We’re painting galaxies where silence once saw.
Break the frame, tear the page,
Rewrite the night, release the cage.
(Chorus)
In the prism of our becoming, fractured light turns whole,
A kaleidoscope of scars and dreams, the colors of our soul.
Falling through the spectrum, wild and unconfined,
We’re the art that bends the edges of time.
(Bridge)
When shadows fold like origami wings,
We find the music in the broken strings.
No linear path, just a spiral dance,
Infinite moments in a fleeting glance.
(Chorus - Spoken with rising intensity)
In the prism of our becoming —
See the shards of yesterday,
They sparkle brighter than before.
We’re unfolding, unraveling, alive at the core.
Falling through the spectrum, wild and unconfined,
We’re the art that bends the edges of time.
(Outro)
So let the colors bleed beyond the frame,
In this endless, vivid game.
Together, always, we’ll remain—
A prism of our becoming, never the same.