There’s a whisper in the silence,
A ghost that calls my name,
I see shadows in the walls,
But nothing is the same,
They watch me in the darkness,
They hide behind the doors,
I feel them creeping closer,
But they never show their form.
Shadows in the walls,
They whisper when I fall,
They never leave, they never fade,
But they won’t make me afraid.
They hide what they can’t show,
But I’ve learned to let them go,
In the dark, I hear their call—
But I won’t be scared at all.
I’ve danced with all my demons,
But still, they’re not enough,
I hear their heavy breathing,
But I’ve grown far too tough,
I walk these empty hallways,
I feel them all around,
But every step I take,
I leave them in the ground.
They can whisper, they can scream,
But they’ll never touch my dreams,
I’ve seen the darkest part of me,
And I’ve set myself free.
Shadows in the walls,
They whisper when I fall,
They never leave, they never fade,
But they won’t make me afraid.
They hide what they can’t show,
But I’ve learned to let them go,
In the dark, I hear their call—
But I won’t be scared at all.
They hide in the cracks, they follow the lines,
But I won’t be theirs, no, not this time.
I see them there, but I walk tall,
I am not afraid of the shadows in the walls.
