[Whispered Intro]
Are you listening?
Can you hear
what silence left behind?
[Verse]
Behind these doors
the stories wait,
fragments resting
beside their fate.
Photographs,
a name, a clue—
pieces waiting
to speak anew.
[Build]
Years may pass,
the questions remain.
Down these halls
echoes call again.
[Chorus]
Someone remembers.
Someone still searches.
Someone is listening
when silence hurts us.
[Outro — quiet]
Every silence
once belonged to a voice...
Are you listening?
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