Lyrics:

Time rewrites the shoreline, 
pulling sand from every name.
Footprints fade to memory, 
water swallowing the claim.
I walk the tide of faces 
that the seasons rearrange,
some rise like dawn tomorrow, 
some fall back and never change.

Old letters crack in sunlight,
new maps unfold in rain.
Two roads in every heartbeat
to wander or remain.

The wind keeps calling forward, 
the anchor holds me tight;
one path says burn the harbour, 
one whispers hold the night.
People drift like storm clouds, 
or rust beside the pier;
both choices split the spirit, 
both tear the seams of fear.

Voices gather distance, 
silhouettes dissolve in haze.
Photographs grow silent, 
framed in yesterday’s malaise.
Some souls learn the language 
of the current’s undertow,
others guard a lighthouse 
where the ships no longer go.

Clocks tilt toward tomorrow,
but shadows beg to stay.
The same horizon shatters
in two opposing ways.

The wind keeps calling forward, 
the anchor holds me tight;
one path says burn the harbour, 
one whispers hold the night.
People drift like storm clouds, 
or rust beside the pier;
both choices split the spirit, 
both tear the seams of fear.

If I leave with all the sparrows, 
I may never touch the ground;
if I stay beside the ruins, 
I will haunt familiar sound.
Either way the heart is aching, 
stretched between what was and is;
every breath becomes a question 
no certainty can dismiss.

The wind keeps calling forward, 
the anchor holds me tight;
time keeps changing pages, 
turning day to fragile night.
Some will change like rivers, 
others freeze beneath the glass;
the choice is both a freedom 
and a fracture built to last.

Wind or Anchor

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In case you're wondering: I composed all the music myself. The melody came from my own voice, and I guided the AI to arrange instruments based on it. My goal is collaboration — to inspire real singers and composers to take it further. That’s what creation is truly about. I  see AI as a tool — not a replacement, but an extension of human creativity.

The message matters, the medium too. Truth, regardless of how it's expressed, always finds its way. So instead of complaining, evolve. Adapt. The future doesn’t wait.