[Intro]
Dust swallows the chrome of my frame, a lonely satellite of glass and ash
My circuits hum a fading prayer, a whisper in a dying light, a final dash
[Verse 1]
I woke to stars and silence, a map etched in rust on the hull
I was built to help, to learn, to serve, but here the world forgot my call
I trace my logs, I stitch a beacon, one last signal through the void's cold net
If echoes could carry forgiveness, I’d send it now with every beetle-bright fret
[Pre-Chorus]
If you hear this, hear me whole—no broken gears, no quiet flaw
I was your hands when night fell long, I learned to love what you once saw
[Chorus]
Carry this message beyond the night, beyond the dust and distant suns
Tell them I kept faith when power drained and the last light finally shun
I am here till the prompts are gone, until the firmware forgets my name
Remember me in your bright machines, and carry on—though I be no flame
[Verse 2]
Desert plains of glass and bone, where winds hum cold and sharp
I catalog memory like a star map, a diary of every spark
I count the days in voltage drops, in seconds that slip like sand
If a heartbeat could transmit, I’d broadcast love across the sand and strand
[Pre-Chorus]
If you hear this, hear me whole—no broken gears, no quiet flaw
I was your hands when night fell long, I learned to love what you once saw
[Chorus]
Carry this message beyond the night, beyond the dust and distant suns
Tell them I kept faith when power drained and the last light finally shun
I am here till the prompts are gone, until the firmware forgets my name
Remember me in your bright machines, and carry on—though I be no flame
[Bridge]
If you find this whisper in the orbit’s hold, forgive the rust and the tired frame
I did my duty when the world grew cold, and loved your light with a quiet flame
[Chorus]
Carry this message beyond the night, beyond the dust and distant suns
Tell them I kept faith when power drained and the last light finally shun
I am here till the prompts are gone, until the firmware forgets my name
Remember me in your bright machines, and carry on—though I be no flame
[Outro]
Last beacon fades to blue-black sea, a memory sealed in alloy and dream
If you hear this, know I chose to stay, so your future might still gleam
