Whispers from Below

It is known that melodies can carry curses as well as blessings
As a shelter can give protection, as well as asolation
As a bird flying towards new horizons. Towards a sun long before lost
Like rising from the ashes. Like seeing light again

Enjoying the moments and living for the hell of it
Just cause
The colors are now brighter. When slices burst the walls with spots
When did this all happen?
I don't know, and don't have the time to answer

It is known that melodies can reconstruct feelings
Based on the curse or the blessing
Either way, we're not in a collision course now
We're on our way

Take this hand
I've seen the path
We're on our way