In the whispers of the storm,
I found a silence long forgotten,
Raindrops fall like memories,
On this road so deeply trodden.
Wanderer beneath the darkened sky,
Searching for a sign to guide me home,
Each step echoes in the quiet,
Yet the heart feels so alone.
Clouds are heavy with the weight of dreams,
Fading into the twilight haze,
Where the shadows dance to distant screams,
And daylight takes its final gaze.
In the rhythm of the falling rain,
I feel your presence linger near,
A ghost in every drop of pain,
A whisper soft, yet crystal clear.
Through the valleys, I will roam,
Chasing thoughts that slip away,
In the tempest, I'm just a flickering flame,
Illuminating the break of day.
Oh, will the sunrise ever break?
To dust away the lingering scars,
Or am I trapped in this endless ache,
Beneath a dome of silent stars?
But in the chaos, I’ll find my peace,
In the silence, hear the call,
A heart that learns, that loves, that feels,
Embracing rain, I’ll stand tall.
So here I stand, my spirit free,
A wanderer forged by storm and rain,
In every drop, a piece of me,
Finding comfort in the pain.
And when the clouds begin to part,
I’ll know my journey’s turned around,
With every heartbeat, every start,
The storm has made my soul unbound.
Indie
Storm, silence, forgotten, rain, wanderer