The Inheritance

I walked through cities built on fear

Screamed through screens that couldn’t hear

They buried names in blinking light

But still we rise into the night

They said be quiet, they said obey

But silence cracked and slipped away

We play the notes our parents hid

The songs they lost, we never did

This is where the light still lives

In the ruins, in the things we give

In every silence, in every fight

In every truth we burn to write

This is where — the light still lives

I am the breath beneath the flame

The quiet one who stayed, not came

No saints remain, no kings to bless

Just us — the ones who said yes less

This is the silence crowd, the moment we break

Phones in the dark, for the hearts that ache

We sing for the ones who aren’t around

But we feel them here in the silence crowd

We feel them here — in the silence crowd

Skies remember what we don’t

The prayers we scream, the words we won’t

There were no saints, just ash and breath

And echoes dancing close to death

We are the after, the ones that stay

The fire behind the songs we play

We’re not alone — we never were

We are the voice the world will hear

I am the heir, I always was

The quiet flame, the final cause

I carry voices you forgot

But I remember every shot

And if there's one thing I believe —

The light we lose is the light we leave