**[Intro – almost whispered]** Do not call this resurrection. I was never entirely gone. There was a sound beneath the ground— not thunder, not a voice— a small gold fracture learning my name. --- **[Verse 1]** They planted me between the symbols, sun to the left, moon to the right. A keyhole cut into the silence, but no door appeared in sight. Faces gathered in the branches, watching without breath or blame. I thought they came to judge the ending— they had only come to name the moment stone became a heartbeat, the moment roots began to burn, the moment every buried question found a body in return. --- **[Refrain]** I am not the key. I am not the door. I am the narrow place between what was and what is more. Do not pull me from the darkness. Do not teach me how to rise. I am learning light from the inside. --- **[Verse 2]** Gold ran through the broken country, thin as mercy, sharp as thread. Every path I thought had ended opened underneath my tread. I wore silence like a burial, I wore longing like a name. Now the earth has split around me— and the wound has learned to flame. --- **[Bridge – spoken]** The sun does not own me. The moon does not hide me. The witnesses cannot decide me. There is no hand on the other side. There is only this opening. And me— becoming wide enough to pass through. --- **[Final refrain]** I am not the key. I am not the door. I am the living fracture no one noticed before. Let the old world keep its answers. Let the watching faces lie. I am learning light from the inside.
