Lyrics

Ink Of Time
By Bo Bhisma

The evening sky is draped in velvet blue,
A constellation mapping out our dreams.
I find my quiet universe in you,
Where nothing is as fleeting as it seems.
The pages turn, but this is written deep,
A precious truth we always rise to keep.

Oh, let the ink of time begin to dry,
Beneath the watchful glory of the sky.
No fading season washes out the page,
Where love transcends the limits of our age.

The steady strum of strings begins to play,
A quiet rhythm speaking what we feel.
It guides us through the shadows of the day,
And makes the hidden poetry so real.
The notes align to heal the quiet night,
And fill the room with everlasting light.

Oh, let the ink of time begin to dry,
Beneath the watchful glory of the sky.
No fading season washes out the page,
Where love transcends the limits of our age.
Oh, let the ink of time begin to dry,
Beneath the watchful glory of the sky.
No fading season washes out the page,
Where love transcends the limits of our age.

Let every frequency align and flow,
To reach the depths of everything we know.
With every breath, the boundlessness is clear,
In love and truth, we hold each other near.

The morning brings a canvas clean and wide,
A brand new dawn reflected in your eyes.
With every step we take here side by side,
We watch the golden promises arise.
The journey turns, but we remain the same,
As quiet winds go whispering a name.

(Refrain)

Oh, let the ink of time begin to dry,
Beneath the watchful glory of the sky.
No fading season washes out the page,
Where love transcends the limits of our age.
Oh, let the ink of time begin to dry,
Beneath the watchful glory of the sky.
No fading season washes out the page,
Where love transcends the limits of our age.

Just you...

The quiet flame is burning true.
The world is wide, but I have you.
In every beat, a gentle truth anew—
My endless poetry...
Is simply you.