We stood beneath the structures we built,
Under the weight of our own design.
We heard the echo inside the halls
Where power once called itself divine.
We felt the tremor in every word,
Watched the meaning slowly drift.
Truth was bending in open light,
And we were present at the shift.
We saw it.
We knew it.
We were the witness.
To the crown that lost its shine.
To the law that crossed the line.
We were the witness.
To belief dividing truth.
To the silence of our proof.
We held two flames within one chest,
One for comfort, one for fear.
We fed the story we preferred,
And let the fracture reappear.
We named our doubt a private storm,
We named denial discipline.
We watched the walls begin to crack,
And chose to stay within.
We heard it.
We stayed.
We were the witness.
To the word that changed its face.
To the lie that took its place.
We were the witness.
To hope that turned to stone.
To truth left overthrown.
Belief became a shield.
Doubt became a threat.
Faith hardened into distance.
Despair filled what was left.
We watched the sky grow heavy.
We watched the ground give way.
We were the witness.
Not blind.
Not deceived.
We were the witness.
And chose
To believe.
You saw it.
And remained.