(Verse 1) The hallway bends the way she walked, Like time itself forgot to talk. The air still holds her quiet heat, In corners where the dust won’t sleep. There’s perfume trapped in woven threads, And whispers stitched where prayers were said. Her photo fades in silver light, But never lets me look quite right. ♪ (Chorus) There’s a silence in the room Where her voice should be. A space between the notes That still sings to me. She didn’t stay, But she didn’t leave clean— Now I speak to the shape Of where she used to be. ♪ (Verse 2) I pass the shelf she used to clean, Still chipped in all the in-between. The mirror sighs when I come close— Like it remembers what I lost the most. I try to sleep but always wake At times her shadow used to take. The world still moves, but not through me— Just around the ghost I let it be. ♪ (Chorus) There’s a silence in the room Where her voice should be. A space between the notes That still sings to me. She didn’t stay, But she didn’t leave clean— Now I speak to the shape Of where she used to be. ♪ (Bridge) No door slammed. No light dimmed. Just a presence Pulled within. ♪ (Final Chorus) There’s a silence in the room Where her voice should be, And I fill it with words She won’t repeat. I call her name, It calls back mine— Like a memory Trapped in time. ♪ ♪ ♪
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Brother Dimitros 7w ago
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