I don’t speak for safety’s sake I speak from cracks inside of time Because every truth sheds off its weight When no one’s watching, no one mind I write from times that no one knows again Where guilt’s not argued — it just burns in men Where people aren’t heroes, only parts of plans And everyone loses, even those with clean hands Cities turned to dust, faces carved from fear No one’s ever safe, no matter what they hear Morals aren’t a shield — they’re just a split in two Where light and dark flow through the same view I watched the truth bend slow, bow to power’s will When life and language kneel to what’s uphill No soul stays pure inside these tangled frames We all move in the web and wear the same names I live in darker times, but still I see a light The light becomes a shadow if nobody speaks right We carry voices through the glass that’s burning black Call it life, but we keep losing our own track I live in darker times, I’m standing in this place Maybe someone will notice if we keep the pace Maybe speaking’s last resort, a final protest sign Before the silence takes us, closes every line Now wars are in the feeds, in frames and flashing screens Where clicks decide the morals, measure human means Every truth turns format, becomes what’s trending fast Empathy expires the moment it’s been cast Bombs feel far away, but screens are up so close And everyone becomes a judge in seconded dose We scroll through other people’s pain and then scroll on Attention’s currency expires before the dawn Politics is commerce, opinions stocked and sold Truth bleeds in the data, stamped in pixels cold I wonder if we still can tell what’s truly real Or just consume the polished, perfect, packaged feel I live in darker times, but still I see the light But light turns into data when nobody will fight We carry shadows through the glass of every stream Losing pieces of ourselves inside that endless dream I live in darker times, I’m standing in this place Maybe someone will notice if we keep the pace Maybe speaking’s last resort, a final protest sign Before the silence takes us, closes every line It’s more than war — it’s structure down at core Those calling all the shots are almost never poor Rules sound just and clean, but they’re a chilling guard Equality’s a promise often left marred Freedom is a label for a guided track We move the same prescribed routes — can’t find the back We trust the open doors that look like paths to roam But many of those loops bring us straight back home I ask how long this engine keeps its steady hum Till the system eats itself and we outrun the drum Not by uprising fire, not by fists or noise But by the slow collapse of hearts that stop their voice I see the same questions now as once before Different faces, same meanings at the core Fear changes outfits but the truth stays primed A shadow passing steady through the thread of time Maybe we’re the people who keep telling on What previous mouths left half-said and gone We write the world in tones that sound like those old lines Just with newer tools and shifted border signs I’m not speaking fixes — I’m speaking only view That none up on the hill will promise what is true If I end here, won’t clap or raise a crown Just leave a window open while the last sun drowns I live in darker times, yet still I stay right here Not out of faith, but feeling what’s still near That words can keep their weight if we refuse to fall Even when we’ve practiced naming nothing at all I live in darker times, but I can see the light Even when it shatters, it won’t go out of sight Maybe speaking is the proof we haven’t died That human hearts refuse to ever stay so quiet Maybe understanding isn’t this world’s demand But something that stands between what’s done and what we planned Between what we are and everything we do There’s only speaking left — a sound that won’t undo
