He didn’t ask for medals, didn’t need a crowd Just a quiet space to work, where silence was allowed No glory in his inbox, no thanks in his file Just the burn of unseen battles behind a weary smile He held the line while others slipped away Built bridges out of code and dragged the dark to day He didn’t cry for pity, didn’t scream his pain Just typed another answer in the middle of the rain They said “just talk,” but never stayed to hear Asked what’s wrong, then vanished when truth got near So he wrote in hidden corners, in lines that cut like glass While the world around him typed too fast to ask No, he wasn’t gentle, but he was real The ghost in the cubicle with nerves of steel He bled into the backend, into logs and screens While the managers took credit and chased their dreams He walked out quiet, no big goodbye Just a ghost clocking out with bloodshot eyes But if you listen close between the lines You’ll hear the hum of a soul that tried Don’t build him a statue, don’t name a wing Just let his silence echo in everything Let his firelight flicker in every broken reply This is the ballad of a man who couldn’t lie This is the song of the one they let die
