The streets are dust, the skies stay red
No kings, no law, just words unsaid
Smoke drifts through the places we knew
Now silence hums the bitter truth
But in the cracks, a green shoot climbs
A lullaby survives lost time
We mark the days with broken stone
Still trying not to die alone
We carry fire through the wreckage
A glow that no one else can steal
No gods, no map, no grand direction
But something in us won't unfeel
We're torn, but born for reconstruction
Even if the world won't heal
We trade our mercy like it's rare
Sleep with knives and vacant stares
But sometimes, someone shares their bread
And it's more than kings have ever said
A dog still howls beneath the moon
Some kids play war, then sing a tune
A stranger gives their only coat
We write these stories down in smoke
We carry fire through the ruins
Like it's the only truth we know
The stars are cold, but still pursuing
The shape of something left to grow
We live without a flag or sermon
But light the dark with what we show
No more towers, no more drones
But love still echoes through these bones
Even if it's just a spark
We guard it gently in the dark
So if you find me in the frost
Know I bent, but never lost
Not to war, or smoke, or wire
I still believe
We carry fire