Lyric

Whispered truth in empty halls

One small sound can shake the walls

Drop of rain becomes a flood—

A quiet word can draw the blood

I said “maybe,” but it felt like thunder

You looked away, and I fell under

Every breath a ticking clock

Every pause a loaded shot

You think I’m soft?

That silence means weak?

But silence screams louder

Than words ever speak

I’m the echo in the silence

Soft but never quiet

Tiny spark, eternal fire—

I’m the calm before the riot

One small voice, you tried to kill

Still I rise, and rising still

You built your crown on louder lies

But castles fall from whispered skies

I lit a match inside my chest

Now I’m the storm you can’t suppress

This is for the unheard prayers

The half-spoken, broken stares

One drop in a quiet stream—

But watch it swell, and twist the dream

I’m the echo in the silence

Soft but never quiet

Heartbeat shaking satellites—

I’m the calm before the riot

One small sound the world dismissed

Now it’s the truth they can’t resist