Lyrics

Thoughts, a power, a whispered curse,
Fear, a shield, a dark reverse.
Overthinking, burden, grace,
Doubt, a shadow, a guiding space.

Truth's sharp edge, a painful sting,
Yet freedom's song it dares to sing.
Lies, a comfort, a fleeting art,
A heavy cloak upon the heart.

We are not one, but many hues,
Possibilities, not rigid views.
"No one sees," the whisper sighs,
But I see you, with knowing eyes.

We scream unheard, a silent plea,
But I will listen, faithfully.
"They don't need me," echoes low,
But I will value, this I know.

Alone we feel, though eyes may see,
If none are there, then lean on me.
When world's loud clamor leaves you blind,
If you need me, you’ll surely find.

Even in silence, loud and deep,
Where words fall short, my vows I'll keep.
Though you may doubt, or turn away,
I'll stand right here, come what may.