He searches for a love that whispers to his head.
In his soul, a beacon burns, a longing for a life,
Where love is not a fleeting ghost, but real and true and bright,
A star to guide him through the endless, darkest night.

But lo! The gangs of chaos rise, their eyes ablaze with hate,
They seek to crush the seeker’s dream, to seal his tender fate.
With fists of iron and hearts of stone, they stand in his way,
Yet he will strive, with all his might, for love will find a way.

He will rise above the crowd, his vision clear and pure,
For love is not a simple prize, but a journey to endure.

And in the end, he knows that love will conquer all the strife,
Yet in its glow, he’ll find his way, his beacon, his true life.

Stars grow beneath the soil,
whispers rising from the roots
like memories returning home.
I breathe in truth,
slowly, like dawn.
I rise, I rise
the silence breaks
like waves in spring.
There stands a mountain
carved from freedom, veiled in wind,
alive with the songs of awakening.
Our eyes meet in courage,
our voices braided in light.

No shortcuts, no bribes, just truth and skill,
Real-time data, a lab with will.
Clarity, trust, no hidden game,
Breaking the mold, redefining the name.

Let’s build bridges over the river of tears,
Let’s sow tomorrow in empty places.
Let the wind carry dreams far away,
A new world is born in our hearts.

Fate and time are in our hands,
The earth changes when I change.
When the light in our eyes has faded somewhere,
Let’s ignite a new flame in our hearts.

Oh, my love, I hear your call,
Through the storm, I’ll brave it all.
No wave too high, no night too long,
I’ll bring you home, I’ll keep you strong.

Through crashing foam and raging sky,
A ship with love will never die.
Hold on tight, don’t let go,
Feel my arms in the undertow.

Now you’re safe upon my deck,
Breathing soft against my neck.
The sea may rage, the stars may stray,
But love like ours won’t drift away.

In Warsaw’s heart, I step inside,  
Old memories rush, I can’t hide.  
"My love," she smiles, "I’m glad you're here,"  
But I sigh, "I wish it were mine, my dear."  

The street outside, through glass so dim,  
I step out, the world feels grim.  
A crash - glass falls, she calls my name,  
"All’s well," I say, through bleeding pain.  

Her smile stays, my love remains.

In a world of crumbling cities, we stand on the platform’s edge,  
A train hums softly, bearing whispers, she says, “We must pledge.”  
"The road ahead is dark," she breathes, "And this place offers no grace,"  
She boards in haste, I'm left behind,
faceless foes as the shadows close in place.

With cold hands grasping tight, they hold me back with force,  
The train is moving, heart is pounding, love’s a fleeting course.  
But through the struggle, I break free, tearing through their hold,
I sprint to catch the fleeting train, heart burning, fierce and bold.  

From car to car, I chase her voice, through walls of steel and gloom,  
Her cry cuts through the silence, like the bloom of a flower’s doom.  
“Where is he? Has he made it?” Her voice, a tremulous song,  
And in that moment, I hear her call, where we both belong.  

With joy, we meet, our arms entwined, the world feels whole once more,  
She rests on my lap, our lips collide - relief, like never before.  
In the depths of night, in a broken world, we find our stolen light,  
Together, we are home again, love’s fire burning bright.
Together again, we are the same.