[Verse 1 — FOUND]
One was found.
One rests within a box—
photographs,
evidence,
fragments of a life
carefully numbered
and quietly shelved.
What happened
to me?
[Verse 2 — UNFOUND]
One was not.
No final place.
No certainty that allows
those left behind
even the smallest comfort
of knowing—
Where are you?
[Pre-Chorus]
Two questions.
Two absences.
Two degrees
of sameness.
One waits inside the box.
One waits beyond it.
Dust gathers upon one.
Years gather upon the other.
[Build]
Yet neither has disappeared.
A name is spoken.
A memory breathes.
A question refuses
to surrender itself
to time.
[Chorus]
Two silenced screams—
traveling different distances,
until somewhere
beyond human sight,
their echoes
become one.
Two silenced screams—
two different distances—
one unanswered echo
becoming one.
[Bridge]
One was found.
One was not.
One asks—
What happened to me?
One asks—
Where are you?
Two questions.
Two absences.
Two degrees
of sameness.
[Final Chorus]
Two silenced screams—
traveling different distances,
until somewhere
beyond human sight,
their echoes
become one.
Become one.
[Outro]
Someone
is still listening.
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