Wishper

A rhythm starts, a gentle seed. Through the still and fading dream. A secret finds the space to grow. A truth that only bodies know. Just a whisper turning deep inside. A quiet call, the place you cannot hide. Just a whisper pulling at the tide. It's in the pulse where all the feelings glide. A distant phrase, a faded sound. A hidden map that's newly found. It speaks in codes of warm release. And brings the distant moment near. Just a whisper turning deep inside. A quiet call, the place you cannot hide. Just a whisper pulling at the tide. It's in the pulse where all the feelings glide.