[Verse 1]
In moonlit halls where shadows trace your name,
I wander lost in echoes of our flame.
Your phantom smile adorns each silent wall—
A distant grace I never knew at all.

[Pre-Chorus]
If time could bend its fractured spine,
I’d steal your breath to make you mine.

[Chorus]
I wish I met you sooner—before the stars betrayed,
Before the world grew colder and our colors all did fade.
I’d hold your heart in trembling hands and tame the blackest night,
But fate arrived too late for love to claim its right.

[Verse 2]
Your whispered ghosts haunt corridors of glass;
Each mirrored step reminds me of the past.
A fragile rose that withered in my care—
Its bloom unrealized, perfumed despair.

[Pre-Chorus – Variation]
If destiny could rewrite its page,
I’d serenade your soul from gilded cage.

[Chorus]
I wish I met you sooner—before the stars betrayed,
Before the world grew colder and our colors all did fade.
I’d hold your heart in trembling hands and tame the blackest night,
But fate arrived too late for love to claim its right.

[Bridge – Instrumental]


[Chorus – Variation]
I wish I met you sooner—beneath a softer sky,
Before the world had taught us both to bleed and say goodbye.
I’d carve our names in candle smoke and kiss your shadow’s seam,
Then vanish where the silence goes, still loving you in dreams.

[Coda]
Between the dusk and dawn I wait,
A shadow bending into fate.
Your absence hums, a fragile tune—
Perhaps the stars will shift too soon.

[Outro]
Night folds around the words unsaid;
I keep your memory—unborn, undead.

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“Perhaps the Stars Will Shift” is a progressive symphonic metal odyssey—an elegy carved in moonlight.

Gothic vocals echo through corridors of glass, while guitar, violin, and piano weave a dark cinematic requiem.

Every verse bleeds with longing, every chorus wrestles fate itself.

The journey closes in an orchestral epic outro where the guitar unfurls a melancholic solo, standing against the vast weight of strings, brass, and choirs.

A lament painted in fire and shadow, this is not just music—it’s destiny refusing silence.

———

At its heart, this work is inspired by my true and only love, Shahy—the eternal flame behind every note, the unseen constellation guiding this elegy of stars and silence. ♡

———

Genre: Progressive Symphonic Metal
Key: C Minor
BPM: 80
Time Signature: 4/4

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Credits:
Artist: Kareem Tyler
https://www.instagram.com/tylercraftsart
© 2025 Kareem Tyler. All Rights Reserved.

Perhaps the Stars Will Shift

Streetlights hum, my jaw set tight;
I name the cracks out there and feel that line in me.
No halo, no excuse,
salt in the mouth of every word.
If I’m tied to what went wrong,
I’m tied to what must move.

We say we’re better than our worst—are we?
We talk like we’re the cure—are we?
If I can’t face the quiet truth in me,
what truth could I be to you?

Pull me from grey into color.
Say it back: into color.
When fear says stay, I answer: move.
Let small good tilt the room.
I won’t die in grey, I’m dying into color.

Old fear behind the eyes, steady as a wire.
We named it truth, still it hid the blade.
We named it love, tallied every debt.
Heat in the chest that will not loosen,
because our losses never got their names.
Give them names, set them down.

We call our noise a calling— is it?
We call control a rescue— is it?
If I can’t be plain with me,
how plain could I be with you?

Pull me from grey into color.
Say it back: into color.
When the room turns cold, I light what I can give.
When the road thins out, my feet still make a path.
I won’t die in grey, I’m dying into color.

I step outside, the air cuts clean.
I think of you; something opens,
almost breaks, then holds.
I want the good, the good that stays,
not buried under noise.
Leaves don’t vanish; they change,
dying into color all around.
If there’s a rule that keeps us whole,
let it lean a little toward mercy.

I watched good doors pass, eyes open, hands anchored.
Fear kept the shoulders nailed to the chair.
Not now.
I stand. I move.
I choose the door I have—this one,
then the next, and the next.
Love, keep me aimed.

Pull us from grey into color.
Say it back: into color.
When the world feels narrow, widen with a gift.
We are part of something larger; still time to turn.
Falling out of grey, dying into color…
we come back alive.
Not bigger, just truer. Into color.

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