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We Were Here

Album 7: Step Outside, It’s Lovely

-Intro-

Strange thing about the end…

It doesn’t ask what mattered.

So I guess…

We decide that ourselves.

-Verse-

There’s a sentence scratched in concrete,

Half-erased by ash and rain,

Every letter leans uncertain—

Still refuses to be tamed.

Like a voice that fought the silence

With the last breath it could spare…

Not to change the world that ended—

Just to prove that it was there.

-Chorus-

We were here—between the ruin and the rise,

In the borrowed breath between the last goodbyes,

Not eternal, not immune to time or fear—

But undeniable…

We were here.

-Verse-

There’s a child’s forgotten laughter

In the rust of broken swings,

Echoed faint in twisted metal

Like a ghost that almost sings.

Every joy we thought was small

Left a shadow carved in stone—

Turns out even fleeting moments

Refuse to die alone.

-Chorus-

We were here—where the quiet learned to scream,

In the fragile architecture of a dream,

Not remembered, not recorded anywhere—

Still the dust…

Still declares.

-Verse-

If the sky forgets our names

And the earth erases tracks,

If the stars collapse to silence

And the light don’t wander back—

There’s a weight in having been here,

There’s a cost we truly paid…

Not in monuments or memory—

But in every choice we made.

-Spoken Bridge-

We weren’t meant to last…

Nothing was.

But we happened.

And that…

That leaves a mark.

-Chorus-

We were here—though the ending drew us near,

Through the trembling, through the ever-present fear,

Not forever, but we carved it into air—

A fleeting truth…

Still there.

-Chorus-

We were here…—no matter what remains,

In the quiet, in the fallout, in the flames,

Even if there’s nothing left to hear…

(pause)

There was a world—

And we were here.