Whispers on Blank Canvas

[Pre-Chorus]
White paper hums with silent dreams,
A pale light spills through morning trees.
We trace the edges of what we might be,
In the glow of possibilities.

[Chorus - harmonies]
Crimson shadows dance on the white,
A fleeting touch, a whispered flight.
We are the ink that dares to write,
On the blank where our story lies.