Air Currents

[Verse - spoken word]
These winds cut through the silence like a blade
Shadows chase the light in a broken parade
Breath echoes where the static never fades
Fingers trace the air where the whispers fade
[Chorus]
Air currents guide the lost through the maze
Echoes hum in the static, a fading trace
A silent scream in the storm's electric haze
Where the past and present collide in a blaze