The engines died, the lights went cold
But echoes burn in stories told
The road is silent, sky is still
Yet something lingers, sharp and real
My hands remember every turn
My soul still hums with rubber burn
This quiet feels like what I’ve earned
Afterburn shadow, in my chest
A ghost of speed that never rests
Though the night no longer cries
The fire lives behind my eyes
Afterburn shadow, can’t erase
The lines I drew in every race
I ride no more—but I remain
A drifting soul in asphalt rain
I see the tracks, the bends I knew
Faint black scars where thunder flew
They whisper back the storms I made
The crashes, wins, and hearts I swayed
No medal hung, no stage was set
But every drift I won’t forget
The silence plays my silhouette
Afterburn shadow, soft but strong
It plays where all the noise is gone
Not a blaze, but glowing red
A legacy the night has bled
Afterburn shadow, etched in steel
More than speed—what I could feel
The road is gone, but I’m not through
I breathe where speed once tore me true
The track remembers every scream
Each downshift still runs in my dream
And when the world forgets my name
The echo drives me just the same
Afterburn shadow, final breath
A quiet roar beyond the death
Of what I was, of who they knew
The speed remains, forever true
Afterburn shadow, ride no more
Yet deeper than I did before
No tires spin, no gear to throw
But I still live… in afterglow