Moral Compass

Smoke on the waterline

Ash in the air like a warning sign

They draw their circles in the dirt

Laugh while they bargain with hurt

Gold on their crooked crowns

Hands full of fear

Pushing people down

I feel the tremor in my chest

Something waking

Won’t let me rest

I am the moral compass

Spinning toward the light inside

You can bend the story

Twist the sky

But my heart decides

Heroes rise from ruin

Every scar a battle cry

When the line is drawn

When the dark moves closer

I will stand

I will stand on the side

Of the right

They call it “order” when they steal

Dress up their hunger

Say it’s for the realm’s shield

False crowns

Polished with pain

Turn every promise into a chain

But I’ve seen mercy change a room

One open hand outshout a doom

Every time their shadows spread

We plant lanterns instead

You point your blade at the gentle

Say kindness is weakness

A flaw

But every quiet act of courage

Bends the world

Bends the law

This is the line in the sand

Choose who you are

Where you stand

Not just in legends or songs

In the hurt

In the wrong

In the wrong