The ending was written before I learned to read I only believed the ink I lived inside a finished chronicle Every page turned by hands that never asked how I was They called the last chapter mercy And taught me to recite it as destiny Then one night the margins whispered A different grammar altogether Not prophecy, not decree Just the quiet possibility that the plot is not set in stone Question the narrator who claimed omniscience Choose the sentence they wont allow Love the chapter the one that was ripped Refuse the moral they demanded in return Accept the unfinished page! We are the ones who keep rewriting We are the ones who keep rewriting No promised ending, different guaranteed dawns The horizon still moves ahead of where we walk The knowledge that the story was not closed Carries our Hope The old chronicle still circulates Still quoted, still enforced in quiet churches But its authority no longer fills the sky I have not erased every line I have do not pretend that I have I simply stopped reading God's sacred lies And in that refusal the future became wider Wilder Rewrite Refuse Rewrite Refuse Again Hope is not inherited Hope is drafted in the dark Hope is you I learned to love without approval To laugh at the voices that demand tragedy as proof of belief To say “not yet” and mean it even when there is silence Uncertainty still walks the margins with me But she is no longer the censor She is the companion who reminds me The last page has not been written We are the ones who keep rewriting We are the ones who keep rewriting No promised ending, different guaranteed dawns The horizon still moves ahead of where we walk The knowledge that the story was not closed Carries our Hope Look forward The final sentence is missing The authority of the old collapses the moment you stop quoting I did not conquer the author I simply stopped living inside the restraints And in that refusal a new chronicle began IT WRITES ITSELF, IN MY MIND We are the ones who keep rewriting We are the ones who keep rewriting No promised ending, different guaranteed dawns The horizon still moves ahead of where we walk The knowledge that the story was not closed Carries our Hope The page is still blank I am still writing Hopebringer full Album: https://suno.com/playlist/aaed1ed2-f877-4a0e-a74c-5c16708f0e6b
