In the ash of dawn, I carve my name,
A blade of bone against the flame.
The world demands a titan’s frame,
But my heart’s a ghost, it bears the shame.
They see the steel, the unbent spine,
But not the cracks that weave through mine.
A sentinel forged in silent cries,
I guard the earth beneath their lies.
The weight, it pulls, a chain unseen,
A crown of thorns where dreams have been.
I stand, I bleed, I hold the line,
But who will carry this soul of mine?
Under the iron veil, I’m breaking,
A silent storm, my soul’s forsaken.
They call me stone, but I’m just clay,
Misunderstood, I fade away.
The weight of worlds, I bear alone,
A heart of glass, a will of stone.
Oh, let me breathe, let me be free,
This burden’s more than humanity.
The mirror shows a fractured king,
A hollow hymn the shadows sing.
They ask for strength, they ask for fire,
But never see the funeral pyre.
I shield the weak, I hold the gate,
But who will guard me from this fate?
The world’s a blade that cuts too deep,
And in its wounds, I cannot sleep.
The weight, it pulls, a chain unseen,
A crown of thorns where dreams have been.
I stand, I bleed, I hold the line,
But who will carry this soul of mine?
Under the iron veil, I’m breaking,
A silent storm, my soul’s forsaken.
They call me stone, but I’m just clay,
Misunderstood, I fade away.
The weight of worlds, I bear alone,
A heart of glass, a will of stone.
Oh, let me breathe, let me be free,
This burden’s more than humanity.
I am the oak that dares not bend,
The river’s start, the ocean’s end.
But roots decay beneath the frost,
And rivers drown in what they’ve lost.
They paint me as the unyielding wall,
But walls will crack before they fall.
My hands are tied by ancient code,
To carry worlds, to bear the load.
The night is cruel, it knows my name,
It whispers guilt, it whispers blame.
A man must stand, must never break,
But gods, the toll it takes to wake.
I’ve held the stars, I’ve held the dark,
I’ve stitched the seams of every heart.
But who will mend the seams of me,
When all I am is what they see?
Under the iron veil, I’m breaking,
A silent storm, my soul’s forsaken.
They call me stone, but I’m just clay,
Misunderstood, I fade away.
The weight of worlds, I bear alone,
A heart of glass, a will of stone.
Oh, let me breathe, let me be free,
This burden’s more than humanity.
Oh, deity of shadow and bone,
Why carve my heart from jagged stone?
I’ve knelt before the altar of men,
And burned my truth to start again.
The world demands a hero’s face,
But strips the soul, leaves empty space.
I’m more than sword, I’m more than shield,
I’m flesh that hurts, I’m wounds unhealed.
The dawn is cold, it cuts like glass,
Each step I take, the shadows pass.
They call me strong, they call me true,
But never ask what I’ve been through.
The weight of love, the weight of fear,
The weight of all I’ve held too near.
I am the flame that dares not burn,
The wheel of fate that d
