Voices from the Edge

Voices From the edge. It's not Your desire. Yeah. Voices From the edge. Hear us now. We won't be silent. Yeah. Uh, I grew up where the asphalt breathes fire. Where dreams are shadows hard to catch, no guide. The streets whisper, "Hold on," on the fall. Every day's a battle, every step's a call. Streetlights flicker, but there's not enough glow. In these concrete jungles, my calm got cold. We're not chasing fame, we're chasing a way. Just to wake up tomorrow and breathe, No delay. Voices from the edge. Hear now. We won't be silent. Yeah. Voices From the Edge. It's not Your desire. It's not. Yeah. Voices From The edge. Hear us now. We Won't Be silent.