Becoming The Light

I walk through nights

where silence breathes behind me,

where every step

is just a chance to stay.

And in the streets that lost their meaning blindly,

I try to find the part of me I hid away.

Where all the streetlights paint their shadows on the concrete,

I see myself

— no masks, no alibis.

And I can feel that everything I tried to keep discreet was

just the light I never dared to let arise.

Where we become

the light, where the darkness fades away.

We grow through wind and rain,

through the quiet and the days.

And if we fall

— we rise again,

we’re stronger than our fears.

Where we

become

the light

— that’s where new lives appear. (ooh-ooh-ooh)

We’re all searching

for a meaning in small moments,

in the words

that slip between the crowd.

In those who stand beside us but stay distant in their own

sense,

in dreams that burn so bright they scare us loud.

And I’ve learned to hear my heartbeat without doubting,

when it speaks

in whispers sharp and true.

‘Cause every day’s a chance — not just another morning outing,

but choosing if you shine or hide like you always do.

We fall — so we can fly,

we’re silent — so we can cry,

we’re lost

— so we can find that light we’ve carried deep inside.

And every step is not escape,

it’s a road we build with our own hands.

Where we become the light — that’s where we learn to stand.

Where we become

the light, where the darkness runs away.

We grow through pain and tired nights,

through the quiet and the days.

And if we fall

— we rise again,

we’re stronger than our doubts.

Where we

become

the light — that’s where new hearts come out.

(yeah, yeah,

rise again)

(where we become...)