

Prompt / Lyrics
(Verse 1) I was raised in a kingdom of watching eyes Where the meek learned early how to memorize Every tremor before it could take its form Like a choir boy bracing for holy storm They said, “Child, there’s a gift in the way you see— How you kneel to another’s misery” So I bent ‘til my back learned the shape of grace With a borrowed sorrow upon my face (Pre-Chorus) Oh, I was taught to listen where Heaven wouldn’t speak To be strong for the broken, and silent for the weak (Chorus) So I carried their sins like a fallen son Cast down, but the work not done Every wound they confessed, I would make it mine Like a sacred sign Oh, I wore every grief like a crown of thorns Felt reborn in the torn But what kind of God leaves a soul this way— Half in light, half decayed? (Verse 2) There were halos cracked in the ones I’d save There were devils dressed in the ones who gave And I couldn’t tell where the line was drawn Between what was right and what I’d become Laid my hands like a rite on their aching heads Spoke in tongues of the things they never said ‘Til their darkness took root in the breath I’d take Like a pact I was born to break (Pre-Chorus) Oh, I mistook their fire for a holy test Now there’s ash where I laid to rest (Chorus) I was buried in sins that were never mine Like a cross I was made to climb Every tear that they wept, I would bleed it too Like the chosen do Oh, I gave ‘til my name was a thing erased Just a vessel of grace But salvation don’t ask you to disappear Just to keep someone near (Bridge) If I’m cast from the gates for refusing this— For unlearning the martyr’s kiss Then let Heaven close its doors to me I will choose to be free Was I angel, or just undone? By the weight of everyone Let me fall from the need to atone For a suffering not my own (Break / Whispered) Not every soul is mine to save Not every cross is mine to raise (Final Chorus) I lay down every crown they gave in pain Every borrowed chain I am flesh, I am fire, I am not divine I don’t need to shine Oh, the curse was believing love required I be self-expired Now I walk where the broken and whole both stand With an empty, open hand (Outro) Let the heavens write me out their lore I am not what I was before No more altar, no more throne— What I carry… is mine alone
Tags
Dark indie folk with cinematic build,deep baritone vocals,sparse acoustic start,swelling to a haunting,emotional release
4:54
No
3/26/2026