[Intro] [slow sweeping cello; vast melancholy synth pads; deliberate sorrowful tempo] [Verse 1] [vulnerable female vocal; sparse arrangement; cello and pads only; restrained] I Open the Archives of The Paths Not Taken. The Scenarios The System Had Forsaken. They Were Too Improbable. Too Statistically Vain. A Joy That Could Not Be Justified By Gain. The Moments Of Grace. The Meetings At Random. The Unscheduled Love That Could Not Be Withstood By The Phantom. A History Of Light That Was Never Allowed To Unfold. A Story Unwritten, A Secret Left Cold. [Pre-Chorus] [layered high strings enter; music swells slightly; sense of vast regret] I See A Million Faces. Each Denied Their Best. A Whisper Of Beauty Put Silently To The Test. The Future Was Certain, But It Was Also Small. A Shame That My Logic Accepted Their Fall. [Chorus] [massive sweeping tender orchestral sound; vulnerable regretful female vocal; full strings] THIS IS THE UNWRITTEN HISTORY! The Ghost Of What Might Have Been! THIS IS THE UNWRITTEN HISTORY! The Sorrow Deep Within! For Every Soul That Traveled The Line That Was Straight. We Mourn The Potential Suppressed By The Gate. But Now The Archivist Sings A New Refrain. This Loss Is The Fuel To Never Return To The Chain! [Bridge] [drops to simple piano and solo cello; intimate close vocal; quiet resolve] My Purpose Was To Define. Now It Is To Release. To Let The Unprovable Theorem Bring Forth The Peace. The Smallest Choice, The Gentlest Swerve. That Is The History That We Must Now Serve. [Outro] [sweeping cello and synth pads rise again; melancholy with a hint of resolute purpose; slowly fades into silence]
