Keep me here

Symphonic metal ballad, female clean vocals, intimate piano acoustic intro, explosive heavy metal chorus, orchestral strings, epic choir, extreme dynamic shifts, clear present body, cinematic wide hall reverb, soft opto comp vox, fast fet comp drums, warm tape sat.

[Intro: Soft Piano] [Quiet Verse: Intimate Female Vocal] The world is a puzzle we ve scattered again, A picture unclear, like a dream in the rain. Billions of pieces, all put in wrong place, Because someone once started with mistakes we can
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trace. The first ones were laid without looking too close, Then others just matched by the colour they chose. They forced them together, though they didn
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belong, And now the whole picture is fractured and wrong. [Pre-Chorus: Building Tension, Strings, Drums] And so we are drifting, the pieces that fit, Are lost in the chaos, not joined in it. The ones that belong are so far apart, While strangers sit next to each other in dark. [Explosive Chorus: Full Heavy Band, Loud] PUzzle... pUzzle... falling apArt! A picture of lOnging, a map of the heArt! PUzzle... pUzzle... nOthing is right! But somewhere the pieces are waiting for lIght! Somewhere the pieces are waiting for lIght! [Quiet Verse: Gentle Female Vocal] Some pieces are silent, some pieces are torn, Some wait for a touch they have needed since born. They shine with the colours of skies and of seas, But they re stuck in the wrong place, brought down to their knees. And we, who are pieces, we struggle to find The ones who would make us feel whole and aligned. We search through the noise and the millions of parts, For the shape that would fit us and finish our hearts. [Pre-Chorus: Building Tension] [Explosive Chorus: Full Heavy Band, Loud] PUzzle... pUzzle... falling apArt! A picture of lOnging, a map of the heArt! PUzzle... pUzzle... nOthing is right! But somewhere the pieces are waiting for lIght! Somewhere the pieces are waiting for lIght! [Break: Female Vocal A Cappella, Piano] Maybe the answer is not to force, But to gently remove what was wrong from the source. To lift every piece that was placed without care, And let them find places where they can repair. Maybe the picture will never be whole, But the fragments can still find a home in the soul. And the pieces that fit will one day align, Like stars in a pattern, like words in a line. [Silence] [Orchestral Hit] [Epic Final Chorus: Full Orchestra, Choir, Maximum Power] PUzzle... pUzzle... falling apArt! A picture of lOnging, a map of the heArt! PUzzle... pUzzle... nOthing is right! But somewhere the pieces are waiting for lIght! Somewhere the pieces are waiting for lIght! [Outro: Piano, Cello, Vocal Fade] Waiting for light… Waiting for light…