Verse 1
I used to measure my worth in the color of days,
In how long I could hold what was slowly decaying.
Kept every leaf that was turning to brown,
Afraid if I let go, I’d just fall to the ground.
But something inside me started to break,
Like ice on a river too heavy to take.
And I heard in the silence, beneath all the noise,
A truth that doesn’t shout—it just quietly knows.
Pre-Chorus
Not everything living is meant to stay green,
Some things are reborn in the in-between.
Where loss isn’t loss, but a change in the skin,
And endings are just where beginnings begin.
Chorus
I won’t cling to a fading green,
When I’m meant to be a blaze unseen.
I’ll let the wind take what it needs,
And trust the coming of the seeds.
I won’t fear what I’m called to become,
Even if it means burning undone.
There’s a fire that time cannot erase—
I’ll learn to live in that hidden blaze.
Verse 2
I’ve walked through the quiet where nothing remains,
Just echoes of laughter, and salt from the rain.
Thought I was empty, but I was in rest,
A field in the dark before what comes next.
Every loss was a lesson I couldn’t yet read,
Every crack was just room for a deeper seed.
Now I don’t run from the turning of days,
I stand in the ash where the old self gave way.
Pre-Chorus
And I stopped asking the night to make sense of the flame,
Some things only grow when they’re given a name.
Not as a wound, but a light in disguise,
Waiting for courage to open my eyes.
Chorus
I won’t cling to a fading green,
When I’m meant to be a blaze unseen.
I’ll let the wind take what it needs,
And trust the coming of the seeds.
I won’t fear what I’m called to become,
Even if it means burning undone.
There’s a fire that time cannot erase—
I’ll learn to live in that hidden blaze.
Bridge
So burn me down to what is true,
Not what I lost, but what I move into.
If I must fall, let it be clean,
Not as an end, but what I’ve never seen.
And in the smoke, I finally find
A version of me I left behind.
Final Chorus
I won’t cling to a fading green,
When I’m meant to be a blaze unseen.
I’ll let the wind take what it needs,
And trust the coming of the seeds.
I am not what I used to be—
I am the fire that sets me free.
And in the ash where I used to stay,
I rise in a quieter, truer way.
Outro (soft, repeating)
A blaze unseen…
A blaze unseen…
Not gone… just free…
A blaze unseen…
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