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Static in the Smoke

This song is AI-generated, using SUNO. This video is for personal purposes, for the canon of my own story. However, if you listen to it, I hope you enjoy it! LYRICS: I was born in the back of a wagon While the sky burned red and gold Ash in the air like falling snow And a medic whispering, “This one’s bold…” Mama brewed tea from cinders We slept where the walls were charred I learned young how to carry water And how to stand when the world burns hard Sirens crying, hoses screaming Heat so fierce it scars your name Through the smoke, one voice kept speaking Telling the world we’d hold the flame Now it’s static in the smoke Silence in the flame City still burning in the night But no one calls your name You were there when the sky fell down When the fire took the streets Reporter Crow, if you can hear me— The city’s still on its feet But we’re still looking for you I’ve punched demons made of cinders Watched buildings fall like rain Carried strangers through the embers While my hands were blistered with pain After the war, the streets were quiet Ash where the banners flew I turned on DC News one morning And the screen just… stared back through No calm voice, no steady breathing No sign the storm would pass Just the hum of empty airwaves And reflections in the glass Static in the smoke Silence in the flame The city keeps on breathing But it never feels the same You told our stories in the firelight You showed the world our scars Reporter Crow, wherever you are— We’re still watching the stars And we’re still looking for you Fire doesn’t scare me I’ve walked inside its heart But silence… silence is a colder thing It tears a soul apart If you’re lost in the dark somewhere If you’re falling through the sky Hear this voice in the burning wind— We haven’t said goodbye Static in the smoke But I’ll keep the signal strong I’ll fight every blaze that rises I’ll carry this city on And if you hear the sirens wailing And the roar of a midnight crew That’s me, still standing in the fire— Still calling out to you Reporter Crow… We’re still looking for you