Verse 1 I kept the titles. I returned the maps. I wore the black the way a wound wears skin. Every empire leaves a woman standing in a room that used to mean something. [cello Solo] CHORUS Widow of empires, bride of the ash, I set a place for a country that will not sit. Widow of empires, teach me to ask for a smaller God than the one I invented. Verse 2 The architects are gone, the blueprints dust. The grand design, a whisper on the wind. I walk these halls where echoes used to rush, A monument to what could not begin. [Melodic cello Solo] Verse 3 They built their towers, reaching for the sun, Then watched them crumble, brick by bitter brick. Now only silence answers when I run My fingers over stones that make me sick. [Symphonic Solo] CHORUS Widow of empires, bride of the ash, I set a place for a country that will not sit. Widow of empires, teach me to ask for a smaller God than the one I invented. Verse 4 The flags are folded, history erased. A hollow victory, a silent fall. I trace the lines a phantom hand once traced, And stand alone where once stood something tall. [Orchestral cello Solo] CHORUS Widow of empires, bride of the ash, I set a place for a country that will not sit. Widow of empires, teach me to ask for a smaller God than the one I invented. BRIDGE If I am the last, then I am also the first of whatever comes after the silence.
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