Lyrics

In the city crowned by morning light,
Where towers kissed the stars at night,
A song was born of breath and flame—
And every soul there knew its name.

The skies would shift in painted waves,
A thousand hues the heavens gave,
As voices rose in golden thread,
The Shree Song sung, the silence fled.

(Chorus)
Oh Florea, where the sky once sang,
Where the Spark Sun’s light through silence rang.
Each voice a note, each heart a choir,
We were the song, the flame, the fire.
Now only Echo walks your halls—
But I still hear those sacred calls.

(Verse 2)
The gardens bloomed beneath the glass,
The fountains danced, the days would pass,
To harmonies that built the sky,
Where even grief could learn to fly.

The Shree Song wove through stone and stream,
A melody, a living dream.
It tethered joy to ancient lore,
And bound the soul to something more.

(Chorus)
Oh Florea, where the sky once sang,
Where the Spark Sun crowned each voice that rang.
Each step we took in rhythm moved,
A world in song, a city proved.
Now ruins rest where choirs soared—
But I remember every chord.

(Bridge)
And though the notes are scattered,
And the choirs are now the wind,
In every shimmer of the dusk,
The song begins again.

(Final Chorus)
Oh Florea, where the sky once sang,
Where the Spark Sun’s warmth in verses rang.
Though time may steal the breath away,
The Shree Song lives in what we say.
So let me sing what once was true—
The voice of Florea, born anew.