[Verse] Headphones cradle whispers of the breeze, City hum fades, time’s movements freeze. Concrete jungle bowing to the trees, Steady pulse matches the rhythm of the seas. [Verse 2] Cupped hands hold thoughts, slipping like sand, Echoes of the past, quiet under this stand. Moonlight bars on the window, no guard in hand, Truth spills slow, yet heavier than land. [Chorus] Freedom ain't loud, it's a sigh in the wind, Pauses between words where the stories begin. Meditation's the ink, my soul's the pen, Tracing silence, rewriting again and again. [Verse 3] Candles flicker, shadows dance conversations, Breathing deep in life’s endless constellations. Clock ticks light, but it's ancient vibrations, Freedom loves those still in patience' station. [Bridge] Faint hum, earth’s soft calibration, Heartbeats sway, unite in formation. Meditative streams, liquid narration, Dreams levitate in sacred isolation. [Chorus] Freedom ain't loud, it's a sigh in the wind, Pauses between words where the stories begin. Meditation's the ink, my soul's the pen, Tracing silence, rewriting again and again.
