I Heard the Night

I have heard, and I believe There’s a world behind what eyes can see. Some may call me strange, the way I chase the dark, Following a whisper, following a spark. Through the valley, through the fear I roam, Like a man who’s already found his way back home. I don’t need proof, I don’t need signs, Just the quiet voice that calls me “mine”. Something’s calling, soft and low, Through the silence… through the glow. I swear I heard the night, Speaking gently right above me. Reaching through the stars, Whispering so tenderly: “I am what you are… You are what I am…” Oh yes, I heard the night, I swear I heard the night. And so the world is not so vast, Once you know you’re built to last. Every scar, every fear, every doubt, Is just a door that wants to let the light come out. You don’t have to see to know it’s true, The night itself is singing back to you. Even when I’m lost, even when I fall, I still hear someone softly call my name. I swear I heard the night, Speaking gently right above me. Reaching through the stars, Whispering so tenderly: “I am what you are… You are what I am…” Oh yes, I heard the night, I swear I heard the night. No need to be afraid of the dark anymore… The dark is just a doorway… To something more. I swear I heard the night, Calling out my name. “I am what you are… And you’ll never be the same…” Oh yes, I heard the night, I swear I heard the night. I heard the night… I heard the night…