Look Alive Lyrics Novels & Stories

And the wick on that candle will never be the same again; it will be black, some of it burned away forever. It can be lit again, but after another breath, there’s even less of it than there was before. Over and over again that light would be blown out till there is nothing left. I’m that candle. I’m at the end, and with just one more breath I will be gone. There will be nothing left of me. There’s no coming back after that. I’m alone and I’m on my last breath. But then I look at Blake and he makes me want to try to find that light again.

I smiled, when she turned around and looked into my eyes, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I couldn’t help but get goosebumps as I heard the lyrics to the song and I pressed my forehead to Ari’s as we swayed to the song and the lyrics, ‘cause we are warriors, We’ll fight for our lives, Like soldiers, all through the night And we won’t give up We will survive, we are warriors. And we’re stronger That’s why we’re alive We will conquer, time after time, We’ll never falter, We will survive, we are warriors…’

During their struggle, Ivy pulled him with great force. Ivy fell from the rooftop together with Keith. During the fall, Keith saw the tears on Ivy's face and her evil smile. "Keith, let's die together, I'll wait for you on the road to the underworld!" Ivy died, but Keith survived. However, Keith was paralyzed from the waist down. He could not move from his neck to his toes, but his brain functioned like normal. He could hear and see, but could barely speak. The first thing he said after he woke up was, "Don't tell Sandra."

I am? I didn’t die? How didn’t I die? Surely, this must either be a dream or the afterlife. “Hey, baby, look at me.” I stare up into familiar black eyes, and then look around to find that I’m in my bed and in my room. My eyes brim with tears. I’m alive, I didn’t die. “Rome?” My voice is hoarse and shaky, and I sniff, trying and failing to keep the tears from falling.

To try to exist again. I breathe. I finally breathe. ---

" I clenched my fists and felt my throat running dry. I then spoke very softly, as if I was speaking to him and also convincing myself at the same time. "Maybe. But if there was a next life, I still think that we should never meet again." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, a sudden breeze picked up around us, as if it were a direct reply to my statement. Or, maybe it was an answer from Curtis. … Later that night, Archer draped a coat over my shoulder and let his fingers gently brush against the silver ring I now wore on my neck. I turned around and kissed him on the lips. Somewhere far yonder, the first break of daylight seeped into the sky, slowly bathing the earth in a warm, gentle

A single word flickered on the air: Alive… Alina’s heart skipped. Could he have survived? Then the silence was broken by a familiar voice, faint but unmistakable: “Alina… I’m here.” Her chest tightened, hope and fear colliding. But as she reached for the voice, a shadow moved behind her — Eva’s remnants, still lurking in the void, and the faint hum of the network’s pulse hinted at another hidden layer yet to awaken. Alina swallowed, gripping the broken fragments. “It’s not over…”

Alive. Waiting. For the final reckoning.

The silence that followed pressed in, heavy and suffocating. "Lyra." Zeviar's voice, immediate and urgent. "Talk to me right now." "I'm here." My ears were ringing with that high-pitched, sustained tone that follows extreme noise. "I'm okay. Orion?" "I'm alive," Orion groaned from behind me, his voice strained but present. "Barely. But alive.”

“Thought I’d crumble, thought I’d lay down and die, oh no not I, I will survive.” The lot of them go from parroting lines in the verse, joining together in the chorus. “I will survive. As long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive. I’ve got all my life to live. I’ve got all my love to give and I’ll survive. Oh, I’ll survive. Hey, Hey.” Even the others in the living room start the bada badumpabas. When the song finally ends, Aya spins to the stove, taking the food someone started off the low burner, switching to sip the house brew rather than her own.