A Testament (feat. Historia)

Behind the wooden walls, the city fades
We hear footsteps, but silence is a shield
The attic breathes with secrets and fear
Paper becomes my only companion

Laughter is fragile, breaking in whispers
Meals are measured, time crawls slowly
Outside, the world devours itself in fire
Yet here, I write so I will not vanish

Each page is a fragment of my breath
Each word a defiance of erasure
If I must be hidden, let my voice remain
Scribbled against the weight of night

Her words outlive the silence
Echoes carved against the dark
The ink of a child becomes eternal
A testament the flames could not consume

Arguments flare in this narrow cage
Dreams collide with the thin air of fear
Yet we imagine fields untouched by war
Faces unmarked by suspicion

The radio hums of a world beyond
But our window frames only the void
Still, in the cracks of despair
I stitch hope into the paper’s veins

Her words outlive the silence
Echoes carved against the dark
The ink of a child becomes eternal
A testament the flames could not consume

And when the attic turned to dust
The voice remained unbroken
Not in the shadows of her days
But in the hearts of those who read