[Intro]
Cracked screens glow in the quiet hall, where voices flood the air
Headlines circle like a flock of rumors, but none of them quite clear
[Verse 1]
I skim the markets, see the queues, the papers spill fear on the street
Sanctions scare the merchants, visas stall the feet that try to leave
A child clings to a grandmother’s shawl, counting coins of hope and pain
While officials argue in columns, truth dissolves in the rain
[Pre-Chorus]
What is fixed in ink and code, what survives in human hands?
If every claim is louder than the truth, how do we understand?
[Chorus]
Tell me where the quiet truth stands, between the words and the lies
Ask the doors that stay ajar for the refugees with tired eyes
In the echo of the press releases, in the gaps the numbers hide
We search for the human headline, the story that won’t subside
[Verse 2]
Neighbors trade rumors like weather, unsure if the forecast is real
Markets tremble, visas vanish, and mothers kiss the fear to sleep
A nurse writes in a notebook: “We count the losses from this endless keep”
While the map on the wall redraws the places where families weep
[Pre-Chorus]
What is fixed in ink and code, what survives in human hands?
If every claim is louder than the truth, how do we understand?
[Chorus]
Tell me where the quiet truth stands, between the words and the lies
Ask the doors that stay ajar for the refugees with tired eyes
In the echo of the press releases, in the gaps the numbers hide
We search for the human headline, the story that won’t subside
[Bridge]
A voice in a crowded plaza wonders who bears the cost
The whispers say sanctions and power, but the real cost is lost
We balance on the borders of fear and pride, we count what’s left untold
And pray for the day when calm is louder than the old
[Chorus]
Tell me where the quiet truth stands, between the words and the lies
Ask the doors that stay ajar for the refugees with tired eyes
In the echo of the press releases, in the gaps the numbers hide
We search for the human headline, the story that won’t subside
[Outro]
So I write these lines in pencil, on a night smeared with rain
Hoping the headline dissolves into mercy, into people who remain
No verdict in the distance, only footprints left behind
Seeking truth in all the rumors, and the courage to be kind
