In the silence, shadows speak,
Whispers of dreams, soft and meek.
Time, a river—swift, unkind—
Washes away what we cannot find.
We walk through life, with heavy feet,
Searching for truths we cannot meet.
The stars above, the ground below,
Both silent witnesses to the flow.
What is this heart that beats alone,
In a world where souls are unknown?
It cries, it loves, it yearns to be,
Yet all it knows is what it sees.
In every step, in every breath,
The echoes chase the ghosts of death.
We ask the stars, we ask the sea—
What’s left of us when we are free?
