Angel: I walk where you walk, I feel what you feel. Every step you take, every wound that won't heal "Am I cursed," you whisper, "to wander alone Far from any love, far from any home" I hear every thought that you can't say out loud I'm standing right here, in the middle of your crowd A hermit among people, invisible chain Carrying a debt, carrying a stranger's pain Man: Will it always be this way until the end? Will I carry everyone's mistakes? Or must I leave behind forever? Love, affection, and the gods? Is this really meant to be my gift, If such a life has been ordained? My soul keeps aching every day, Without love, without hope, without a meaning. Angel: Sit down for a moment, rest here on this bench Let me tell you softly, through the grey and the trench Not cursed, not chosen - just strong enough to bear The weight that was given, the weight you didn't choose to wear I'm here, I'm here, but I go unheard My voice like the wind, lost in every word You feel something calling, but you turn your face away Drowning in the shadows, you won't hear me say - I'm here, I'm here, and I won't disappear Even in your silence, even when you can't hear Angel: You rise from the bench, shoulders bent to the ground No hope in your eyes, no hope in the sound I run to catch up, I call out your name For the hundredth time, still I try again Angel: Is this my penance, to walk and never reach? Is this my penance, to break and never speak? Or is it grace after all, love without an end An angel who won't leave, no matter how far you bend Angel: I'm here, I'm here, but I go unheard My voice like the wind, lost in every word You feel something calling, but you turn your face away Drowning in the shadows, you won't hear me say - I'm here, I'm here, and I won't disappear Even in your silence, even when you can't hear Man: Is it a gift, or is it a chain? If this life was written, was it grace or was it pain? Should I let go - of love, of light, of the divine? Or carry on unheard, for as long as it takes, this time Angel: I'm here, I'm here, but I go unheard My voice like the wind, lost in every word You feel something calling, but you turn your face away Drowning in the shadows, you won't hear me say - I'm here, I'm here, and I won't disappear For the hundredth time... I'm still here ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ THE STORY BEHIND "UNHEARD" 👼🕊️ Every soul carries a guardian who never leaves. 🌙 This song is written from that angel's point of view -walking silently in the footsteps of a man lost in grief, exile, and unanswered questions. 🚶♂️💭 "Am I cursed to wander alone forever? Or is this pain somehow my gift?" 🙏 He doesn't know if he's paying for someone else's sins, or simply broken by his own. The angel sits beside him on a park bench, whispering comfort - but the man is too deep in the dark to hear. 🌫️🪑 "Unheard" is about the ache of being loved and not knowing it. 💔✨ It's about the voice that keeps calling - "I'm here, I'm here" - even when no one answers back. 🕯️ For the hundredth time, the angel runs to catch up. 🏃♂️💫 Not to save him. Just to stay. 🤍
