Naphet

We heard you once… Did they? We met on a screen in a cold video call, Two strangers pretending it wasn't awkward at all, Talking 'bout systems just to break the ice, A bagsorter story… weirdly precise. "Efficiency's broken," you said with a grin, "Maybe small hands could fix what we're in." A wild idea, but it made damn sense, While silence filled that corporate pretense. You spoke in fire, they answered in stone, Built your visions… just to tear them down. Mr. M.E., can you hear the sound? Of all your words buried underground? We saw the fight, we felt the strain, När ingen lyssnar, why remain? Mr. M.E., don't fade away, Some of us still hear what you say. New leaders came with a different plan, Each one weaker than the last one ran, Reorg after reorg, a beautiful decay, Every step forward just drifted away. You tried to steer, you tried to care, But vision dies in empty air, A thousand changes, none for the good, We stood there watching… misunderstood. You raised your voice, they closed the door, What was passion became a chore. Mr. M.E., can you hear the sound? Of all your words buried underground? We saw the fight, we felt the strain, När ingen lyssnar, why remain? Mr. M.E., don't fade away, Some of us still hear what you say. Not every battle's meant to be won, Not every war needs another gun, You gave your all to a deaf machine, Now you walk away… clean. Now back on screens in a crowded call, No awkward silence this time at all, Faces in squares, but the weight feels real, You say the words we all can feel. No more fixing what won't be saved, No more fighting what won't be changed, The same cold glow, but a different end, You close the chapter… we lose a friend. Mr. M.E., we hear you now, Even if they won't allow, Your fire burned, it lit the way, När hjärtat brinner, you can't stay. Mr. M.E., don't fade away, In better worlds you'll have your say. We heard you… That's enough.