The Weight I Carried ft. SoloPit

When my last heartbeat splits the dark, and breath abandons flame, do not ask the earth to keep me — the earth forgets all names. I was not born for quiet endings, nor shaped for gentle ground. Some lives are forged as bridges where none were meant to stand. I walked where fear grew roots of iron, where hope learned how to bleed. Not to be crowned in burning light — but so another need not kneel. Raise not my name — raise what I bore, the weight no anthem claims. The worth of fire is not its blaze, but the warmth that still remains. Ah — oh — ah — oh Ah — oh — ah — oh If storms remember anything, let it not be who I was. Let them speak of doors held open when the night refused to pause. Do not raise me for my glory, nor carve my face in stone. I was never seeking heavens — only time I could loan. I stood because someone had to. I stayed when leaving was easy. I carried weight no song will praise so lighter feet could pass me. Raise not my name — raise what I bore, let silent deeds remain. The worth of fire is not its blaze, but warmth that conquers pain. Ah — oh — ah — oh Ah — oh — ah — oh Tor — va — sen Ka — rath — ul Eli — a — nor Va — li — ah I was not raised to shine above, but to hold the dark at bay. If mountains mark my ending, let them mark it small and plain. The measure of the fire is what it leaves behind. Raise not my name — raise what I bore, the vow I would not break. I was not born to rule the world — only to keep it safe. Ah — oh — ah — oh Ah — oh — ah — oh When breath dissolves to frost and ash, and night resumes its claim, do not lift me into ages — lift the world I kept from breaking. Ah — oh — ah — oh…