

Prompt / Lyrics
I walk through shadows searching for your echo, A whisper of your touch still carved in my bones. Once you were temple, altar, sanctuary… now you’re a ghost sitting warm on another man’s throne. I keep reaching for you like scripture, like prophecy lost in translation. I’m kneeling in prayers that were never answered, wandering through ruins of my own creation. You said love was resurrection, but all I found was another burial site, a tomb filled with memories of your smile — the one thing I still can’t bury right. You were the moon that steadied my tides, now I’m drowning in waters too deep to confess. You were the magic inside my madness, my calm and my chaos, my wound and my breath. I’m gripping pieces of a man that used to be whole, trying to stitch together what you tore apart. The throne feels colder when the crown is heavy, and a kingdom means nothing with an empty heart. They call me King — but what is a king when the throne room echoes with silence? What is royalty worth without rhythm, without the woman who tamed my violence? I search for you in lovers who can’t carry your name, their hands feel foreign, their warmth feels strange. I taste their lips but swallow regret, because none of them ever healed my pain. My soul still chants your name like scripture, still offers devotion with trembling hands. I keep trying to rebuild my heaven, but your absence feels like desert sand. I walk hungry — starving for truth, starving for the woman who fed my spirit. Every night I whisper into the dark, hoping somehow… you will hear it. If love is a myth, then let me believe it. If destiny is written, then let me read it. If I’m broken clay, then let you reshape it. If I’m Osiris — only you can awaken it. So here I stand, torn between hope and surrender, a King waiting for a Queen that destiny stole. Save me again, Isis… before the pieces of me return to dust and I lose all control.
Tags
Modern R&B, Male, choir, low deep notes
2:49
No
11/12/2025