Letras
The sky still burns from what was said
The ground still shakes beneath our feet
We lost the words that held us still
We lost the shape of certainty
Then something cuts the broken air
Not flame
Not prayer
Not sound
Just motion
Just resolve
Falling upward
Without a crown
No name to call
No oath to keep
No role that fate can bind
If this is wrong
Then let it stand
Against the end of time
White wing not a sign
Not salvation drawn in light
Just a remnant
Still in flight
White wing torn and raw
No command, no god above
Only someone
Who refused to stop
They watch as if a promise formed
They lean toward borrowed hope
As if the sky has chosen sides
As if the world still knows the scope
But nothing here was meant to rise
Nothing sworn to save or lead
Only a will that stepped too far
And would not kneel
Would not retreat
If hope is born
It's born by mistake
White wing not the end
Not the hand that pulls us through
Just a fracture
Breaking view
White wing still remains
Not to cleanse
Not to claim
Only proof
That choice survived the flame
Look
Look again
Is this what follows
When gods descend?
Look
Look again
Is this the answer
Or the question
Left unbent?
White wing not our cure
Not the future we were told
Just a figure
Standing forward
When the story lost control
White wing remain unseen
If you must
But don't deny