Frequency of light

Описание: Neon in the windows, the city breathes,
the night reads in my eyes what I keep.
So many times I fell down low,
but I rose without noise, without promises to show.
I follow the rhythm of my own heart,
not the maps that others draw from the start.
When I stay silent, it vibrates more,
truth is not loud — it’s pure at the core.
I got lost inside other people’s dreams,
now I know I belong to me.
Light is not something you try to find —
it’s something you are, deep inside.
I’m the frequency of light in the dark club night,
I shine even when nobody’s in sight.
I don’t need permission,
I burn quietly — and precisely.
I’m the frequency of light, when you touch it you know,
this is more than a dream, it’s real, it’s close.
Those who feel me will stay,
those who don’t never truly saw me anyway.
I don’t collect masks in my pockets,
I keep scars that know how to speak.
Each of them shows me the way back home
when the world starts breaking beneath my feet.
I let the past breathe behind my back,
I don’t turn around, I just feel the flow,
what tried to break me only made me stronger,
gave me a deeper place to grow.
And when the world turns into noise and sound,
I tune myself to my own ground.
Between chaos and silence I build my zone,
a quiet place I call my home.
I’m not a shadow, I’m not a scream,
I’m a pulse between night and day,
and even when everything falls apart,
my light is the one that stays.
I’m the frequency of light in the dark club night,
I shine even when nobody’s in sight.
I don’t need permission,
I burn quietly — and precisely.
I’m the frequency of light, when you touch it you know,
this is more than a dream, it’s real, it’s close.
Those who feel me will stay,
those who don’t never truly saw me anyway.