“If Anyone Is Here”

Verse 1 She walked the night-woods with a flashlight in her hand, just trying to empty the noise inside her head. The path was thin, the trees stood close, and every breath she took felt louder than it should. A branch cracked somewhere off to the left. Then another. Then another. She froze. The dark felt crowded. Chorus 1 She heard a whisper that wasn’t quite a voice, turned around so fast the light cut through the trees. Nothing there. No face. No step. No saving hand. Only the forest, and a heart that felt the same: empty. Lost. Alone. She screamed into the woods, “If anyone is here— then finally release me.” Verse 2 She told herself it was just the wind, just old wood breaking under its own weight. But the feeling would not leave her: that something walked just out of reach. She swept the beam across the trunks, across the black between the leaves. Still no one. The silence after the whisper hurt worse than the sound itself. Chorus 2 She heard a whisper that wasn’t quite a voice, spun around and begged the dark to show its face. Nothing there. Just trees and cold and her own shaking light. Her heart felt hollow as the path behind her, lost inside a body still forced to stay. She screamed into the woods until her throat gave out, “If anyone is here— then finally release me.” Verse 3 She came out here to clear her mind, to walk the weight off, to breathe without a name. Instead the forest held a mirror up and showed her what she already knew: there was no one coming, not through the trees, not through the night, not through the life that brought her here. The cracking stopped. The whisper died. She was alone. Exactly as she felt. Bridge The flashlight trembled in her fist. The woods did not answer. She screamed again, not looking for a monster, not looking for a friend— just looking for an end to standing there with nothing left to hold. Chorus 3 She heard a whisper that wasn’t quite a voice, turned and turned and found only herself. Nothing there. No one in the dark. No one in the world that felt like this. Empty. Lost. A woman in the trees with a light that could not find a way out. She screamed into the woods like it was the last door left, “If anyone is here— if anything is listening— then finally release me.” The forest kept her scream and gave her nothing back. Outro The flashlight dipped toward the ground. The path went on without her. She stood there in the quiet, empty as the dark, lost as the sound that never answered.