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Winds of Ganymede
Lyrics by Oliver Eser
I walk alone through metal halls,
Where every step remembers falls.
No birds to sing, no leaves to sway,
Just whispers lost in lightless gray.
The drones don’t cry, the winds don’t speak,
But something stirs beyond the bleak.
A name, a face, a hidden need—
The air is shifting… silently.
Winds of Ganymede are turning,
Cold hearts rise and eyes are burning.
We don’t yet march, we only breathe,
But change begins with those who see.
One spark can light the dark we keep,
One dream can wake the ones who sleep.
And though our chains are forged in steel—
The winds of Ganymede are real.
I hear the rust behind the walls,
Where broken suits await their calls.
The sentry lights, they never blink,
But down below, we start to think.
They taught us fear in every drill,
But hearts don’t freeze, not even still.
And in the silence, something grows—
A rebel thought, a word, a rose.
Winds of Ganymede are turning,
From steel to fire, the tide is yearning.
We don’t yet fight, we only feel,
But winds like these begin to heal.
One hand held out, one voice set free,
Can shake the spires, bend the knee.
And though they say our hope must yield—
The winds of Ganymede won’t kneel.
Breathe it in…
Can you hear…?
In every pipe, in every tear…
We’re still alive.
We’re still here.
Winds of Ganymede are rising,
In rust and glass, no more disguising.
We won’t yet roar, we barely sing,
But even that can change a king.
So mark this night, remember me—
The one who walked, and dared to dream.
For one by one, we’ll break the seal…
And winds of Ganymede turn real.
(distant echo)
“…the winds… are real…”
