[1] He walks through the dusk where the starlight won't gleam, A god in their eyes, but not in his dreams. No fire divine, no voice from above — Just a soul with a burden, a mask, and their love. [Chorus] They call him the sign, the savior, the flame, The whisper of goddess, the bearer of name. But he’s made of flesh, of silence and scars — A shadow that shields them beneath fading stars. [Verse 2] He could speak the truth, let the silence unfold, But hope is a fire too fragile to hold. So he carries the lie, wears the weight of the role — A god to the world, a man in his soul. [Final Chorus] They call him the sign, the savior, the flame, The whisper of goddess, the bearer of name. But when stories fade and stars lose their glow — He’ll remain the light they needed to know.
