Why do I call your name in silence,
When I’m not sure if you’re still there?
Is it her face I’m chasing blindly,
Or the light that flickers in the air?
I reach for something undefinable
A warmth I barely understand,
Is it love, or faith I’m holding,
Or just the shadow of my hand?

Tell me, are you listening when I fall?
Or do you wait beyond this wall?
Do you hear the prayers I hide,
Behind the words I leave aside?

If you’re the quiet voice I seek,
Why do I tremble when I speak?
If you’re the calm beneath the storm,
Why do I feel so lost and torn?
Am I speaking to the night,
Or holding on to fading light?
If you’re the love that never dies,
Why does it hurt when hope denies?

She wears your face in fleeting moments,
A mirror cracked but still divine,
Her touch is soft as falling rain,
Yet leaves my heart confined.
Is she the echo of your grace,
Or just a dream I can’t replace?
If love is what I’m aching for,
Is faith the wound I can’t erase?

Do you speak in whispered signs,
Or only in the spaces between?
When I am lost and can’t be found,
Are you the silence or the sound?

If you’re the quiet voice I seek,
Why do I tremble when I speak?
If you’re the calm beneath the storm,
Why do I feel so lost and torn?
Am I speaking to the night,
Or holding on to fading light?
If you’re the love that never dies,
Why does it hurt when hope denies?

Maybe here, between the broken and the whole,
There’s a space where silence speaks to soul.
Where every scar becomes a sacred flame,
And every loss still calls your name.

You’re the fire that burns without consuming,
The whispered breath that keeps resuming.
A shadow dance, a quiet song
The place where I belong.

Don’t stop reaching,
Even when it’s bleeding.
Don’t stop hoping,
Even when you’re needing
Sacrifice the fear,
Hold on through the night.
With arms wide open,
Waiting for the light.

If you’re the quiet voice I seek,
Why do I tremble when I speak?
(I tremble, I tremble)
If you’re the calm beneath the storm,
(Calm beneath the storm)
Why do I feel so lost and torn?
Am I speaking to the night,
(To the night)
Or holding on to fading light?
If you’re the love that never dies,
Why does it hurt when hope denies?
Still, I reach for you…
(Still… I reach…)

Are you listening?
Am I speaking?
Or just whispering into the dark…?