(Verse 1 – low, steady) The stars don’t look the same from here— Smoke and ash dull what once was clear. They said light only burns, That it sears, that it blinds… But hers felt different When it touched mine. (Verse 2 – softer) I should be thinking of strategy, Of blades and walls and victory. But all I see In the still between fights, Is the memory of warmth Instead of light. (Chorus – quiet wonder) Her light on my skin… Not fire, not pain— Just something that asked If I could remain. Not a weapon, Not a wound— Just a moment where I wasn’t doomed. And I wonder now, Though I never begin… Could a monster be loved By the light on his skin? (Verse 3 – almost whispered) She looked at me like I was real— Not righteous, not clean, But something that feels. And I hated it, How it shook my bones… Because I’d long since learned To walk alone. (Chorus – heavier, but still tender) Her light on my skin… It didn’t demand. It didn’t scorch— It didn’t command. Just lingered there Like a half-forgot song, Whispering maybe I’d been wrong… To believe I could only destroy, never begin. To believe no one could love The dark I keep in. (Bridge – quietly breaking) I’m not made for dreams, Not built for grace. But she saw something more In this war-weathered face. And I don't know why That thought won’t fade— Only that I keep it, Like a vow never made. (Final Chorus – aching, almost hopeful) Her light on my skin… Still flickers in me, Even when shadow’s All I see. And maybe it’s nothing, Maybe it’s sin— But I still feel her warmth Like the dawn leaking in. And I wonder, If she thinks of me too… Not as a monster— But something true.
