What Remains

They said to build the walls up high. To sharpen every word like blades. To count our worth in noise and numbers. But I have learned the quiet way. A voice can cut, but still be soft. And roots grow deep where no one Sees. So let them measure in echoes. I'll measure in the weight of a gaze. In the warmth of words unspoken. In what remains When noise decays. They praise the ones who bend with storms. Who trade their truth for hollow fame. But there's a strength in standing steady. When all the world calls out your Name. To make you something you are Not. I choose the ground where I Remain. So let them measure in echoes. I'll measure in the weight of a gaze. In the warmth of words unspoken. In what remains When noise decays. We Are not what we shout into The wind. We are what we return to Again and again. When the noise fades. Let them measure in echoes. I'll measure in the weight of a Gaze. In the warmth of words unspoken. In what remains When noise decays. What remains When noise decays.