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(Reprise — Years Later) [Intro – Low Male Voice, Single Voice Chanting] (Slow. Sparse. Almost whispered.) I still see. I still see. I learned how not to look away. ________________________________________ [Verse I – Calm, Controlled, Heavy] I was small once. Smaller than fear. Smaller than the corridor that swallowed that day. They tell me time is merciful. That memory dulls like a blade. But some things do not fade. ________________________________________ [Spoken Word – Child, Strong, Resolute] “I don’t want to see…” ________________________________________ [Verse II – Steady Pulse] I remember the silence first. Not the chaos. Not the fire. The silence before everything changed. I remember thinking if I was quiet enough the world might forget me. It didn’t. ________________________________________ [Chorus – Full Choir, Slow and Resonant] Brilliant petals in crimson light, Tentacles bind against all fight, I meet them again, still some nights. As I lay in sleeping lights. They did not hate. They did not rage. We were only something breakable. And I survived where my friends did not. ________________________________________ [Bridge – Reflective, Almost Prayerful] I have learned what fear does to a child. It builds walls. It sharpens edges. It steals sleep. It steals softness. But it does not always steal the future. I remember their names. Waliam, Wantam, Wisto, That is my penance. ________________________________________ [Instrumental Swell – Choir Hums Child Motif] (Faint treble voice repeats: ) [Spoken Word – Child, Strong, Resolute] “Please don’t see me…” (Adult Wyatt overlays:) You saw me. And I am still here. ________________________________________ [Verse III – More Intimate] They called me brave in a room too white for what I carried inside. Brave is just a word for someone who didn’t die. I have stood in darker places since. I have heard worse sounds. But nothing is louder than memory. ________________________________________ [Final Chorus – Strong, Resolute] I still see the red-lit halls, the shaking hands, the boy who froze. I still hear the thunder break the moment death lost hold. I am alive. Not untouched — but unbroken. ________________________________________ [Spoken Word – Male, Strong, Resolute] “Target down, found the nursery!” “Holy shit, we got a living kid here.” “Delta 2 take him out of here yesterday!” ________________________________________ [Spoken Word – Female, Kind, Caring] “you're a brave young man” “You're safe now kid.” ________________________________________ [Outro – Dual Voices: Man and Child Together] Child (soft): I don’t want to see… Adult (gentle): You don’t have to anymore. Child: I’m scared. Adult: I know. Both: We are still here. (Heartbeat slows. Choir sustains a final minor chord that resolves — not to joy — but to quiet stability.)