I woke to the sound No voice No plea Just echoes of who you used to be Fists clenched tight around hollow things Too proud to feel, too deaf to sing Your name, brother Etched in a grave A face in the smoke A bond I betrayed I left for gold Thought you’d wait where we stood But I crossed that line Now I’d take it back if I could I wanted more than a dying town Than silence Than being the one who let you down The city called And I answered fast But I lost you there Now the echoes last Faithless Rootless I chased a spark Traded you For the cold and dark Your name, brother Etched in a grave A face in the smoke A bond I betrayed I left for gold Thought you’d wait where we stood But I crossed that line Now I’d take it back if I could Why does it feel like I died with your trust Like I’m breathing guilt Like we turned to dust If I’m still here Why’s your voice not mine I’m rootless now But regret grows like vine
