She walks where silence wears a crown
In crimson threads that weigh her down
Eyes like questions, sharp and deep
A mirror holds the truths we keep

The lady in red, she doesn’t speak
Her steps are loud, her gaze is bleak
Is she the flame, or just the spark?
A fleeting light inside the dark

We chase her shadow, step in line
But she’s no prisoner of time
The lady in red, she fades away
Leaving us to find our way