

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Small hands On the window ledge Tracing trails Where the moth dust rests You’re counting legs On a silver centipede While the castle drowns In another feast You speak To the beetles in their shells Tell them secrets You can’t tell yourself Every wing you watch Is a softer kind of spell You see more than anyone And you keep it to yourself [Chorus] Silk-winged dreamer Lost in the corners Reading the future In the crawl and the flutter They call you strange They don’t see what you see Little queen of quiet things Building kingdoms Only you believe [Verse 2] Bare feet On a cold stone floor Lantern lit By your bedroom door You wake from a vision With your heartbeat sore Write down every image So you won’t forget the storm There’s a spider On your trembling wrist You whisper “Will it hurt like this?” Crowds in the hall But you’re far from all of it Following a firefly Through the dark of what might hit [Chorus] Silk-winged dreamer Lost in the corners Reading the future In the crawl and the flutter They call you strange They don’t know what you know Little queen of quiet things Holding worlds You’re scared to show [Bridge] Do you ever wish You could sleep through the signs? Just count the ants Instead of counting the times You watched it all fall Before it arrived (could you change it?) (would they listen if you tried?) [Chorus] Silk-winged dreamer Alone in your tower Seeing tomorrow In a soft Fragile shimmer They call you odd They don’t feel your fear Little queen of quiet things Every creeping Crawling whisper Is a crown Only you can hear
Tags
Ethereal orchestral pop with female vocals; soft piano and glassy pads in the verses, brushed snares and warm bass blooming in the chorus. Close-mic, intimate tone to match shy delivery, widening on the hook with airy harmonies and a distant children’s choir. Subtle strings and celeste trace her visions; bridge pulls back to almost a whisper before a final, luminous lift., female vocals, gentle, deep
3:57
No
2/9/2026