A whisper

[Start] [Intro] A quiet thread the forest keeps Beneath the moss where shadow sleeps [Verse] They called me last, a story sealed in stone A fading echo of a fate alone But in the glade where sunlight never fell I found a pulse they never dared to tell [Verse] Through silver streams that whispered to the sky I traced the footprints no one could deny Each step a song of creatures left behind A hidden world revealed to open mind [Chorus] A whisper drifts across the silver night Soft voices thread the shadows with their light The hidden streams reveal a world unknown A secret garden blossoms on its own A whisper turns the silence into flame The scattered paths converge and call your name Old endings fade where countless hearts appear New stories rise, unbound by doubt or fear [Verse] No hunter’s claim could bind what we became A sky of souls no single crown could name They sought a ghost while we were growing near A tide of forms the myths could never sear [Verse] I shed the tale they carved into my skin And let the hidden tide of life begin Each “last” I met was just a door concealed Every lost heart returned to be revealed [Chorus] A whisper drifts across the silver night Soft voices thread the shadows with their light The hidden streams reveal a world unknown A secret garden blossoms on its own A whisper turns the silence into flame The scattered paths converge and call your name Old endings fade where countless hearts appear New stories rise, unbound by doubt or fear [Bridge] If all they know is one that walks alone We bloom beyond the walls their fears have grown No final name, no closing of the door A thousand truths are rising evermore [Final Chorus] A whisper drifts across the silver night Soft voices thread the shadows with their light The hidden streams reveal a world unknown A secret garden blossoms on its own A whisper turns the silence into flame The scattered paths converge and call your name Old endings fade where countless hearts appear New stories rise, unbound by doubt or fear [Outro] No “last” remains where many voices play The quiet truth becomes a living way [End]