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