Every reflection, every glisten;
Makes us listen.
Every ray, every prism,
Every color on creation’s spectrum.
Every moment that you trust,
Closes the space,
That came between us.
Every pebble and every stone;
Every grain of sand has a home.
Every chance we had of redemption.
Every story we told to the sea;
Every inspiration we sparked from a dream.
One day you will turn around as you’re free;
Because that whisper you heard in your heart has been me.