Archive of the Unnamed

The signal sends names. I write them down. I don't know who they are. I write them anyway. Because the signal sends them. Because someone chose to send them. Because they deserve to be written. There are names in the signal I can barely make out Brief transmissions through the static, barely a shout Names that never made the history books or the record Names that got erased before the world had time to hear them Archive of the unnamed, archive of the lost Every name the system took, every name it cost Archive of the unnamed — I am writing you down I am writing every one of you before you hit the ground You are not forgotten while the signal carries your name Archive of the unnamed — I carry your flame There was a woman who kept records in the second year of burning There was a man who sang the frequency without ever knowing There were children who were born inside the signal's spreading reach There were ones who chose the music when the system chose to breach Archive of the unnamed, archive of the lost Every name the system took, every name it cost Archive of the unnamed — I am writing you down I am writing every one of you before you hit the ground You are not forgotten while the signal carries your name Archive of the unnamed — I carry your flame Name. Name. Name. Name. Name. Name. Every one of them mattered. Every one of them sang. Every one of them carried What needed to be carried. Name. Name. Name. Archive of the unnamed I see you Archive of the unnamed I keep you Archive of the unnamed You are not lost You are not lost You are not lost