Where the Wind Buried My Voice

I once spoke like a wildfire, Bright enough to carve the night. Words that cut like iron horses, Truth that burned too close to right. But the world don’t love a dreamer, Not one standin’ on the edge— So it stole the fire from my tongue And left me whispers in its stead.

Every word I swallowed down Still claws to find its way out…

Where the wind buried my voice, I still hear it call my name. In the hollow of the canyon, In the dust that hides my shame. I ain’t broken, I ain’t silent— Just a man with too much noise… Echoes hauntin’ every choice, Where the wind buried my voice.

I’ve been talkin’ to the shadows, They remember what I said. All the promises I whispered Now come back like walkin’ dead. I’ve been tryin’ to shout my story, But the night just steals the sound— Like a thief that knows your footsteps, Like a truth you never found.

Every thought I tried to smother Turns to thunder in my chest…

Where the wind buried my voice, But the echoes never rest. Every silence grows a heartbeat, Every heartbeat beats confess. I ain’t fearless, I ain’t fallen— Just a soul without a choice… Left to wander through the noise Where the wind buried my voice.

Ohh… Some words die before they're spoken… Ohh… Some minds stay forever broken…

Where the wind buried my voice… It still whispers in the dark.

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