(Verse 1)
I saw you sleeping beneath the water,
A stranger wearing my own face.
I traced your shadow through the seasons,
Across the mountains of my doubt.
Everyone swore you were a phantom,
Yet I could not turn around.
(Pre-Chorus)
They said devotion looked like madness,
A fever dream I could not name.
Still I gathered every fragment,
Just to follow where you came.
(Chorus)
With bloodied hands I stitched each piece,
Feather by feather, memory by memory.
If you were waiting past the fire,
I would become the wings to reach.
The light of the gods shines into the ordinary,
Though most of us are taught to look away.
So I chased your silhouette through heaven,
Certain you were somewhere beyond my gaze.
(Verse 2)
I searched for you in weathered marble,
In ruined temples left behind.
Tracing outlines in the stonework,
Trying to separate your shape from mine.
I pay my way in gold to master
How to pull angels from the stone.
Every hammer strike unanswered,
Still I heard echoes of you.
They said the gods were fickle creatures,
Turning fortune with a glance.
A single fault line in the mountain,
A single break in circumstance.
Still I carried every fragment,
Though the weight bent flesh and bone.
Certain somewhere in the rubble,
There was something waiting to be known.
(Bridge)
I saw you sleeping beneath the water,
In shattered glass and darkened seas.
Every time I thought I’d found you,
You disappeared inside of me.
The world kept calling it a warning,
The story of a dream too high.
But every loss became a compass,
Every wound another guide.
(Outro)
Once I finally reached the gates,
No light was there to adorn me.
No crowds remained to call my name.
No gods left standing there.
Only my reflection before me.
And I finally see me
For who I have become.
(Final Chorus)
With bloodied hands I stitched each piece,
Feather by feather, memory by memory.
Not to escape the world beneath me,
But to become what I could be.
The light of the gods shines into the ordinary,
Not in kingdoms.
Not in glory.
But in the quiet courage to remain.