This letter comes with no expressive sound,

a final judgement thrown onto the ground.

The perfect dream I bred,

among those unsaid.

 

They handed me their verdict in black and white,

my life’s work dismissed with all their might.

But I’ve planted seeds of courage that still live and grow,

a higher purpose I’ve yet to know.

The song you left behind,

is growing in our minds.

It’s in Luna’s fearless spirit,

a fire in the night.

 

This flame we’ll keep alive, oh,

against the status quo,

a seed now sown.

You may feel alone,

you are not alone.

This song of yours, we own.

The quiet spark you lit shall not die,

we’ll make it reach the sky. - Oh!

Song you left behind, - The song you left behind, Madeleine, 

is not just in our minds.

song you left behind. It’s in Luna’s fearless spirit,

Fire in the night. - a fire in the night.

 

This flame you’ll keep alive - Keep alive,

against Golias’ lies,

a seed now sown.

You have made your choices, - You may feel alone,

you have cut the noise.

But hear this voice, I own.

The music in your heart shall not die.

It still is here, inside.

It still is here.

I’ll let the curtain fall upon my exit,

but for the quiet one, 

this baton seizes the silent beat that leads them through the fray, 

and redefines the song I left behind.