The Sentence That Refused to Stop

Lyrics

**Central Image:** The act of writing characters into existence—summoning the inner lives of the silenced through language; the page as a resurrection chamber.

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[Verse 1]
You pulled the drowned girl from the dark water,
laid her down in sentences, word by word—
and something in my mirror neurons fired,
felt her breathing back into the world.
Your fingers on the keys were synaptic highways,
rerouting all the stories we forgot,
making new pathways where the silence lived.

[Chorus]
You wrote the ones who had no tongue,
gave them cortical real estate, thick and sung,
each character a long-term potentiation—
burned so deep they'll never fade,
you made us *know* what we had made.

[Verse 2]
The page itself became a hippocampal chamber,
consolidating memory into meat and breath—
your prose rewired how we hold the dead,
how we metabolize our own regret.
Theta waves of grief and ferocity,
spindle cells that bridge the gap between
what happened and what *could* be remembered whole.

[Chorus]
You wrote the ones who had no tongue,
gave them cortical real estate, thick and sung,
each character a long-term potentiation—
burned so deep they'll never fade,
you made us *know* what we had made.

[Bridge]
Your sentences don't whisper—they *insist*,
they axon-branch through every reader's nervous system,
neurogenesis in the shape of grief,
the beauty of what breaks and breaks and lives.

[Chorus]
You wrote the ones who had no tongue,
gave them cortical real estate, thick and sung,
each character a long-term potentiation—
burned so deep they'll never fade,
you made us *know* what we had made.

[Outro]
The drowned girl rises,
the silenced sing,
your ink still myelinating
through our skin.