[Intro]
Silhouette of banners, whispering halls in dusk’s wearied light,
Stones remember treaties, yet my heart remembers your sighs.
[Verse 1]
In carved chambers where power threads its loom, I stand—
A flower guarded by empire, yet craving your quiet hand.
The queen’s red shawl shadows the maps of forbidden maps,
I measure futures in pauses, in breaths between claps.
[Pre-Chorus]
My tongue campaigns wisely, yet my eyes speak in-fire,
Every salute to glory hides a sigh to desire.
[Chorus]
O ruling winds, hear the pulse beneath the throne’s cold stone,
Where whispers bloom like jasmine, unspoken and grown.
If loyalty is iron, let tenderness be a thread,
Weaving a quiet kingdom where two hearts are wed.
[Verse 2]
Courtiers parade oaths like peacocks at dawn,
I read your letters between lines, a velvet yawn.
The augurs count stars, but I count your fleeting touch,
A treaty signed with breath, that trembles—oh so much.
[Pre-Chorus]
Let empires rise on ink and decree, not on our fear,
Yet every march of drums draws your silhouette near.
[Chorus]
O ruling winds, hear the pulse beneath the throne’s cold stone,
Where whispers bloom like jasmine, unspoken and grown.
If loyalty is iron, let tenderness be a thread,
Weaving a quiet kingdom where two hearts are wed.
[Bridge]
Between parades of power, a garden breathes in sighs,
Where your voice softens banners, and my resolve unties.
[Chorus]
O ruling winds, hear the pulse beneath the throne’s cold stone,
Where whispers bloom like jasmine, unspoken and grown.
If loyalty is iron, let tenderness be a thread,
Weaving a quiet kingdom where two hearts are wed.
[Outro]
Let history note the tremor behind the crown, a vow,
Two souls in the margins where quiet rivers bow.
