of fireflies and ticking clocks (v2)

[Verse 1] In the dream of a scorched earth, under an ashen sky, A new shoot sprouted, where the old had died. From the barren wasteland, in the morning sun, A fragile bloom emerged, a new life's begun. [Pre-chorus] Whispers in the wind, a story to be told, Of fire and rebirth, in the morning's gold. Life begets death, and death brings life anew, In the cycle of the earth, where dreams come true. [Chorus] Like fireflies to a flame, In the circle, all things change. From the ashes, life will rise, In the dawn, beneath the skies. [Verse 2] In the stillness of the night, shadows softly weep, For the lives that came before, now in endless sleep. Yet in the silent darkness, a whisper gently calls, A promise of tomorrow, as the old world falls. [Pre-chorus] Whispers in the wind, of cycles we can't break, Of endings and beginnings, in each dawn we wake. Life begets death, and death brings life anew, In the dance of time, where dreams pursue. [Chorus] Like fireflies to a flame, In the circle, all things change. From the ashes, life will rise, In the dawn, beneath the skies. [Bridge] The bloom in the sunlight, a beacon of hope, In the scorched earth's embrace, learning to cope. With every death, a new life takes flight, In the balance of shadows and light. [Chorus] Like fireflies to a flame, In the circle, all things change. From the ashes, life will rise, In the dawn, beneath the skies. [Outro] As the day breaks again, and the bloom stands tall, The whispers of the earth answer nature's call. In the endless cycle, where life meets death, A new dream begins, with each breath.