In shadows deep, a question stirs,
A silent echo, lost in words.
What lies before the self I claim?
A secret flame without a name.

My father speaks of void and dust,
My mother points to sacred trust.
But in my heart, a tide remains,
A pull that speaks of ancient chains.

The sea calls out beyond the sands,
With stories written by unseen hands.
A voice that hums in breathless air,
Of distant shores and truths laid bare.

I walk the path of silent thought,
Seeking answers I never caught.
But still, the question flows in me,
Like whispers woven in the sea.

Chorus:
Before the self, before "I am,"
There’s a whisper, soft as sand.
A sea unseen, a voice untamed,
Calling me beyond my name.

The Whisper Before the Name (Albatross I)

Nomad lyricist and techologist. Very obsessed with reviving classic poetry and using music as a time machine where distant epochs intertwine.

The Whisper Before the Name (Albatross I)

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