I am a thousand voices, a storm of thought,
A puzzle with pieces still unfought.
I walk with no map, no compass in hand,
A wind of doubt sweeps over the land.
Each ripple in water, each shadow at dawn,
Whispers a question: am I lost or found?
Who I am
I'm searching for
Who I am
a voice I ignored
Who I am
I'm searching for
Who I am
behind the closed doors
I ask the sky, the silent stars,
The hush of the world, the wounds, the scars.
In the folds of the past, in the river of time,
I search for a face, a name, a sign