scorned · embattled · reckless
A day of collapsed agreements and reckless acts — where those entrusted with protection abandon it, and those with power press it further into the wound.
Who Left the Gate Unlatched
Verse 1
We shook hands over a table that was never level,
We read the clause and called it fair enough.
Now the room is cleared, the chairs are overturned,
And somebody's child is standing in the cold.
The ones who should have stayed turned up their collars,
The ones who should have stopped pressed one more time.
We built a wall of words around the damage
And told ourselves the damage wasn't ours.
Chorus
Who left the gate unlatched this time?
Who walked ahead and didn't look behind?
We're digging through the rubble of a deal,
Through stone and ash of what we swore was real.
Every broken thing was once a vow,
Every vow was once a voice, and now —
Now the echo answers for us all.
Bridge
Somewhere a pen is pressed to an agreement
No one in the room intends to keep.
Somewhere a voice that named the thing correctly
Is told the naming was itself the breach.
We've been miscalculating what it costs
To treat the reckless act as just a move —
The monastery, the market, the mountain path,
The child left there to prove what we refused.
Outro
We come back to the table.
We come back.
Not because the terms improved —
because the alternative is this.
Instrumental Outro
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