The Ledger’s Weight

A child’s rhyme in a house of glass

Watching the seasons and the shadows pass

They took the name, they took the soul

And left a hollow where the heart should hold

In the Red Room, the walls are cold and high

They teach you how to kill, but never how to cry.

I’ve got ghosts in every city

I’ve got blood on every hand

A spider spinning webs

Across a broken land.

Oh, the ledger’s heavy and the ink is deep

Promises to the dead that I have to keep

From a ghost in the smoke to a light in the sky

I’m more than the shadow they told me to be—

I’m the widow who’s finally free.

Budapest was a lifetime ago

The secrets we buried, the things we don't show

No more handlers, no more strings

I’m done with the silence that the darkness brings

I found a family in the eye of the storm

A place where a weapon could finally stay warm.

They think they own the girl I was

But they don’t see the woman I’ve become

Not just a spy, not just a blade

I’m the price for the choices I’ve made

Whatever it takes...

Whatever it takes...

Oh, the ledger’s heavy and the ink is deep

Promises to the dead that I have to keep

From a ghost in the smoke to a light in the sky

I’m more than the shadow they told me to be—

I’m the widow who’s finally free.

Red in the ledger...

Washing it clean...

The bravest thing I’ve ever done

Was letting myself be seen.