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In the silence of the night,
I hear the whispers in the wind,
Forgotten voices, long lost sight,
Echoes of where life once had been.
Their stories buried in the dust,
But their shadows still remain,
Calling out, a haunting trust,
Asking not to be lost again.
Whispers of the forgotten,
Their voices call my name,
In the dark, they’re not forgotten,
And I feel their ancient pain.
The whispers draw me closer,
To where the shadows meet the light,
In the whispers of the forgotten,
I hear their endless fight.
They speak of things left unsaid,
Of broken promises and lost dreams,
In the night, their words have bled,
Flowing through the silence like streams.
Their voices crack but still they try,
To reach through the cold divide,
In every shadow where they lie,
There’s a truth they cannot hide.
Whispers of the forgotten,
Their voices call my name,
In the dark, they’re not forgotten,
And I feel their ancient pain.
The whispers draw me closer,
To where the shadows meet the light,
In the whispers of the forgotten,
I hear their endless fight.
In every stone, in every bone,
There’s a story left untold,
And in the cracks, they call me back,
To the whispers growing bold.
I can’t escape their haunting sound,
No matter how I try,
The whispers pull me to the ground,
Where the forgotten lie.
Whispers of the forgotten,
Their voices call my name,
In the dark, they’re not forgotten,
And I feel their ancient pain.
The whispers draw me closer,
To where the shadows meet the light,
In the whispers of the forgotten,
I hear their endless fight.
I hear their endless fight,
I hear their endless fight,
In the whispers of the forgotten,
I’ll carry them through the night.
