Scrapped Dreams

[Verse] Rusty metals gleam, under pale moon beams, Wading through the rubble, chasing fragmented dreams. Hands rough, heart tough, got my eyes on the prize, Junkyard serenade, lifting treasure to the skies. [Verse 2] Oil stains, broken chains, echoes in the night, All this scrap got a story, in the dim lantern light. Once a broken shell, now a beacon bright, Turning trash to gold, in this wild scrapyard fight. [Chorus] Scrapped dreams, we’re gathering the pieces, Every rusted bolt, holds secrets underneath it. In this junkyard, where the heartache ceases, Building life anew, where the old releases. [Verse 3] Copper wire, burned tires, history’s remains, Life from shattered glass, in these scrapyard lanes. Salvage queen, making beauty from the pain, With a strength unrivaled, flowing through her veins. [Bridge] On a bed of steel, we create what's real, Turning decay into magic, so surreal. Here among the ruins, dreams we feel, Crafting hope from chaos, and a future to reveal. [Verse 4] Metal sparks, midnight marks, forging 'gainst the cold, Every piece another story, every fragment bold. From junkyard to royalty, our legacy unrolled, In the dance of the salvage, new world unfold.