Every word

Kitchen whispers, fears, and rumors fill the night.
One day follows one — the world's no kinder than before.
What will we leave our children? How will they see our light —
Those who waited, hoped, believed, and wanted more.

Every word, every step — leaves a mark, leaves a trace.
We can't know what they'll turn into — that's the game.
The ones who stayed true to us will remember our face.
Not those who found it easier to push us away — to blame.

What did we do in the days that drowned, in the ache and dread —
Empty talk, a drunken song, a tear you never show?
Did we become what we dreamed — or just stay unfed?
Did we fail against the everyday — let the small things kill the glow?

Every word, every step — leaves a mark, leaves a trace.
We can't know what they'll turn into — that's the game.
The ones who stayed true to us will remember our face.
Not those who found it easier to push us away — to blame.

On the ruins of empires, wolves and jackals reign and feed.
How did it happen? The question hits the eye, not the brow.
Time bends and breaks us — office smile, cold deed.
But it's not evening yet. I'm alive. No farewell wreaths for me now.

Every word, every step — leaves a mark, leaves a trace.
We can't know what they'll turn into — that's the game.
The ones who stayed true to us will remember our face.
Not those who found it easier to push us away — to blame.

Every word, every step — leaves a mark, leaves a trace.
We can't know what they'll turn into — that's the game.
The ones who stayed true to us will remember our face.
Not those who found it easier to push us away — to blame.

Every word, every step — leaves a trace…
The ones who stayed true… will remember our face…

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