Lyric

Cradled by the moon, the tide draws near

It takes the words we couldn’t hear

No footprints left, the shore lies bare

The lighthouse fades into the air

A small bird sings where no one sees

Its song dissolves into the breeze

Unnoticed, yet it still remains

A ghost of sound in quiet chains

Not to speak, not to stay

Just to drift and fade away

You may breathe what I became

And never know you felt my name

In silence, we remain

Ash returns to gentle wind

What once was form now has no end

A single breath, a fleeting trace

Passing through your quiet grace

You exhale — and I arrive

Scattered, still, yet so alive

No voice, no flame, no claim to be

Just a shimmer lost at sea

Not to speak, not to stay

Just to drift and fade away

You may breathe what I became

And never know you felt my name

In silence, we remain