These streets remember
Footsteps fall on ancient lines
Worn by centuries of time
Every crack and every scar
Knows exactly who we are
Under arches carved in flame
Empires rise and lose their name
Still the stones remain to say
Nothing ever stays
The river moves, it does not wait
It carries sorrow, carries fate
And in the gold of falling light
We see the end inside the rise
These streets remember
More than we confess
The weight of silence
The cost of excess
No kings above us
No past to defend
Only the question
Will this ever end
Marble listens without breath
Counting every quiet death
Statues watching from above
Built from war, rebuilt for love
Every echo in the square
Says we've always been right here
Not as shadows passing through
But as something true
The sky turns red, then fades to blue
Like every lie we once believed was true
And in between the dark and light
We learn the meaning of the fight
These streets remember
Every fallen name
Every broken promise
Every hidden flame
No kings above us
No lines in the soul
Only the mercy
That makes us whole
We were the empire
We were the fall
We built the silence
We built the wall
But in the ruins
A voice remains
Not made of power
Not made of chains
These streets remember
Even when we don't
They carry truth
That we won't
No kings above us
No wars to repeat
Only the sound
Of unfinished peace
These streets remember
And they are waiting
For us