Letras
The winds still spoke of you, not loud,
But in the hush beneath the crowd.
I reached for truths I couldn't claim,
Was it a bond... or just a flame?
You looked the same, your silence kind,
But something slipped between the lines.
No words were lost, yet all was gone,
Was I alone in holding on?
Bridge (aching heart):
I hoped you'd stop, I hoped you'd stay,
But hope has tricks it loves to play.
You stood so close, yet felt so far,
Like wishing on a burnt-out star.
Chorus (crescendo of denial):
I don't know if it was real or dream,
A shadow passing in moonbeam.
Was it just me who saw the sign?
Or did we fall, then crossed the line?
No storm, no fight, no reason why,
Just softer days and quieter skies.
The leaves let go without a sound,
And I... I stayed on sacred ground.
Outro (whispered):
If love was here, it came like mist,
Not meant to hold, just to exist.
So I will walk, though unsure still...
If what we had was fate - or will.