Eyes Up One Last Time

We came from rust and Cosmodrome snow, from broken ships and borrowed guns. A little Ghost called through the dark, and suddenly the dead could run. We learned the Tower by its footsteps. We learned the stars by fireteam names. We lost a Hunter, found a war, and carried Light through every flame. Now every ending feels like orbit. Now every orbit feels like home. If this is where the road grows quiet, we do not stand here alone. Eyes up one last time. Lift the Light, hold the line. For every Ghost that found us, for every friend we could not save, eyes up one last time. Let the Tower keep its flame. Cayde came back inside the Traveler, not to stay and not to rule. He gave a joke to hide the hurting. He gave his Light to make us whole. Zavala held the broken thunder. Ikora burned through grief and doubt. Crow learned mercy from the shadow of the man he once took out. So let the old stars hear us singing. Let every silent hangar ring. Legends do not end by fading. They end by teaching us to bring. Eyes up one last time. Lift the Light, hold the line. For every Ghost that found us, for every friend we could not save, eyes up one last time. Let the Tower keep its flame. From the Vault to shattered moons, from Dreaming City to Pale Heart skies, we were flawed and bright and stubborn. We were fire that learned to rise. If no new dawn waits on the map, if no new call comes through the stars, we still remember what we carried. We still remember who we are. Eyes up one last time. Lift the Light, hold the line. For every Ghost that found us, for every friend we could not save, eyes up one last time. Let the Tower keep its flame. Eyes up. The Light remains.