Basal Beat
I walk where shadows never fade
A road of whispers cold and frayed
No map no guide no stars above
Just empty echoes of what I love
Lost soul,
spinning in the gray No harbor,
just the open way My voice cracks,
swallowed by the deep A promise that I cannot keep
Fingers trace the cracks in stone
Each one a story I’ll never own
The moon’s a stranger the wind’s a thief
It steals my name and leaves my grief
Is there a light
beyond the haze
Or just more nights more endless maze
If I’m a ghost of flesh and bone
Will I ever find my way back home
Lost soul,
spinning in the gray No harbor,
just the open way My voice cracks,
swallowed by the deep
A promise that I cannot keep