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[Verse 1]
[Guitar melody swells, whispered vocals]
At tables draped with old linen,
Or by windows cracked like broken vows,
Mothers wait for sons who’ve vanished—
Left their love in dust, forgotten now.

[Chorus]
[Drums kick in, harmonies rise]
They stare through the window’s hollow gaze,
Eyes like ghosts in the twilight’s haze.
Praying for a ring, a scribbled line—
Just a sign that the world’s still kind.

[Verse 2]
[Distorted bassline, urgent rhythm]
But their boys chase hype and rankings,
Trapped in screens, their souls erased.
Once cradled soft, now heartless, blank—
Drones in a neon-lit, soulless maze.

[Chorus]
[Key shifts darker, minor harmonies]
Some zen out on Goa’s shore,
Downshifters fleeing life’s cold war.
Some drown in drink, some strum guitars,
Strumming Richter on foreign shores.

[Verse 3]
[Piano stabs, marching snare]
They march in the cult of cynics,
Bound by cash or cheap vices.
Their mothers’ names? A blur, a flicker—
Buried under their hollow trophies.

[Bridge/Crescendo]
[Tone modulation to B Minor, thunderous drums]
[Male voice raw, female voice soaring]
Duet:
Like Kai lost in the Snow Queen’s spell,
Their hearts are ice, their stories hell.
Mirror-sharp, the past now splits—
A mother’s tears on shattered glass.

[Verse 4]
[Quiet, trembling strings]
Back home, they whisper, “Where’s my boy?”
Crosses clutched, frail voices plead:
“Spare him storms, let joy take root…”
But the dial tone’s all that they heed.

[Chorus – Duet Scream]
[Loud, anguished, key: B Minor]
[Male Power vocal]: Dads and moms, forgive our crimes!
[Female Power vocal]: Poets sold their truths for rhymes!
[Together Duet]: CALL THEM NOW! BEFORE IT’S LATE—
BEFORE THE GRAVE CLOSES ITS GATE!

[Epic Rock Interlude]
[Wailing guitar solo, crashing cymbals. Drums knock down the reels.]

[Outro]
[Soft violin, fading guitar chord]
Dawn creeps where Stalin’s portrait glares.
[Pause]
“You’ll come home…”
[Pause]
…when the coffin’s there.
[Drums Knocking down the reels]
[A guitar chord on the strings]
[End]