[Verse 1] Chains on his hands, cold in the cell, Winter creepin’ in, he knew too well. Wrote with fire in a trembling hand, Said, “I’ve run my race, now you take a stand.” Names and faces, ghosts in the dark— Only Luke stayed near to warm his heart. Parchments close, but the end was near, He fought the fight and made it clear: [Chorus] “I ain’t got much time, son, this road ends here— But the flame we lit still burns, don’t fear. Preach the Word, hold the line, Even when the world leaves you behind. They broke my bones, but not my cry— Now go, boy… the fire don’t die.” [Verse 2] Timothy read it with trembling hands, Tears on the ink from a far-off land. “Demas left,” the letter said, “Only the faithful’ll stand when I’m dead.” He could hear Paul’s voice in the back of his mind— “Don’t you flinch when it’s your time.” Mantle heavy, heart torn wide— But he picked up the torch with fire inside. [Chorus] “I ain’t got much time, son, this road ends here— But the flame we lit still burns, don’t fear. Preach the Word, hold the line, Even when the world leaves you behind. They broke my bones, but not my cry— Now go, boy… the fire don’t die.” [Bridge] He stood by the sea, letter clutched to his chest, Said, “You finished well—now I’ll face the rest.” And the wind, it whispered like an old goodbye, As the sun fell low in the Roman sky. No trumpet blast, no hero’s crown— Just one man up, as another laid down. [Final Chorus] “You ain’t got much time, son, but don’t let go— The world’ll shake, but let it know: Preach the Word, bleed if you must, Plant your feet in grace and trust. They cut me down, but still I cry— Stand your ground… the fire don’t die.” [Outro] One man buried—another stands tall. The fire passed, but it ain’t gonna fall. Timothy walks, with tears in his eye— But he don’t stop… The fire don’t die.
