(Verse 1)
You see a radiance chosen in their eyes,
A gentle word where deeper wisdom lies.
This warmth they cultivate, an inner sun,
A peaceful presence from hard battles won.
They share a comfort from a wellspring deep,
Understanding secrets wounded hearts can keep.
Their empathy's a beacon, steady, clear,
A healing truth held softly, conquering old fear.
(Chorus)
But know the echo to this gentle grace,
A different, potent resonance fills that space.
From hells they walked through, insight they acquired:
To build with light, and fiercely guard its fire.
Don't mistake their focused calm for being weak or tame,
The shadow of their light still holds a name—
A truth sharpened, not extinguished flame,
Answering darkness when it calls its claim.
(Verse 2)
They learned resilience where deep shadows creep,
Gained lucid knowing while the world's asleep.
That quiet fortitude, that careful, measured way,
Was carved by understanding at the close of day.
They know the chaos, felt the burning rage,
And chose the mending path upon life's complex stage.
This peace they offer isn't fragile, frail, or slight,
It's core integrity, shining ever bright.
(Chorus)
So, know the echo to this gentle grace,
A different, potent resonance fills that space.
From hells they walked through, insight they acquired:
To build with light, and fiercely guard its fire.
Don't mistake their focused calm for being weak or tame,
The shadow of their light still holds a name—
A truth sharpened, not extinguished flame,
Answering darkness when it calls its claim.
(Bridge)
That calm exterior mirrors power deep,
A force aligned with promises to keep.
It isn't weakness holding back the tide,
It's balanced wholeness, held secure inside.
A conscious knowing when to yield or stand,
Wielding shadow only by the light's command.
So treat them wisely, friend, with honour due,
To both the starlight and the darkness true.
(Outro)
Sleeping... not dead... the echo waits:
Beneath the steady calm, just power resonates.
Sleeping... not dead... just resting deep,
The light's own guardian, vigil it will keep.
Against violation, justice it will reap.
Sleeping... not dead... a focused storm's defence,
Awakened only by intended offence.
Sleeping... not dead.
MrEa3y
