We sang to the stars— And they sang back But the echoes faded And the sky turned black Temples crumbled, names erased Gods abandoned, dreams displaced The maps we drew with fire and bone Were buried deep beneath the throne When the stars fell silent We forgot our place No voices in the heavens No footsteps in space The lines we carved were left unread And all the skyward songs went dead The watchers slept, the dreamers died The sacred paths were cast aside We built our towers, reached for might But lost the gift of second sight When the stars fell silent We closed our eyes Traded wonder for machines And truth for lies But still beneath the dust and flame The stones remember every name So raise your eyes, and hear once more The faintest knock on heaven’s door For silence isn’t truly death— It’s just the gods… Holding their breath
