Color of a Summer Breeze

Based on the Prose: "Unknown Tones"

You travel in a maze around my heart,

Down paths I’ll never find.

No crumbs, no map, no mercy,

Just ghosts you left behind.

Your boots made of armor, your love made of steel,

You march through my silence, too proud to feel.

But I’ll take what you broke and make it free,

Turn the pain to the color of a summer breeze.

Your duty’s a drum that never sleeps,

While I climb hills you’ll never keep.

The shadow puppets fade to dust,

Their stories fold like broken trust.

Before the ink can spell your name,

I’ll steal it back from every page.

Where bitter songs once held my hand,

A sunrise hums, and I can stand.

Your boots made of armor, your love made of steel,

You march through my silence, too proud to feel.

But I’ll take what you broke and make it free,

Turn the pain to the color of a summer breeze.

 When morning comes, and the night recedes,

 I’ll breathe again, soft and clean.

 The music’s mine, the story’s me,

 The color of a summer breeze