Alone. Cinematic Neo-Soul and R&B journey into the beauty of isolation... The city breathes but no one speaks We clear the debts and buy the weeks Trading hours for paper dreams Nothing is quite the way it seems They rush past me like a river Cold and currency-driven, never still I have learned to hold the shiver In the silence, in the chill I am alone but I am whole No one owns this quiet soul The world is loud with empty noise I have learned to love this voice They call it life — this numbers game Every face begins to look the same No time to breathe, no time to feel Nothing touched and nothing real I watched them chase their golden hours Forgetting how to simply stay I built my walls with field and flowers And learned to live another way I am alone but I am whole No one owns this quiet soul The world is loud with empty noise I have learned to love this voice Maybe they don't know What silence holds Maybe they forgot What can't be sold I am not lost I am not found I am just here On my own ground I am alone but I am whole No one owns this quiet soul The world is loud with empty noise I have learned to love this voice And if they never understand I'll hold the quiet in my hand more