[Intro] [Solo Celtic harp introduces a delicate melody that feels incomplete. A low whistle quietly echoes the final phrase without resolving. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar enters softly over a sustained drone. The atmosphere should feel like someone remembering a song they cannot quite finish.] ⸻ [Verse 1] [Lead Vocal] Once we sang beneath one sky, Morning birds our lullaby. Every road and every tree Held your voice in harmony. ⸻ [Chorus] [Lead Vocal] If you’re somewhere, Hear my song. Every silence Feels too long. Though I cannot See your face, Love still keeps Your empty place. ⸻ [Verse 2] [Lead Vocal] Every melody I write Searches through the fading night. Every chorus finds your name, Though the words are not the same. ⸻ [Chorus] [Lead Vocal] If you’re somewhere, Hear my song. Every silence Feels too long. Though I cannot See your face, Love still keeps Your empty place. ⸻ [Bridge] [Lead Vocal] One more verse… One more line… One more promise… One more time… ⸻ [Final Chorus] [Lead Vocal] If you’re somewhere, Hear my song. Every silence Feels too long. Though I cannot See your face, Love still keeps… [Pause for one full measure. No instruments except a sustained drone.] … ⸻ [Outro] [The harp quietly repeats the opening melody. The low whistle begins to answer but stops halfway through the phrase. The final cadence never resolves. Let the last note fade naturally into silence, leaving the unmistakable feeling that one final verse has yet to be written.]
