(Slow, brooding saxophone and piano… a low organ hum beneath) Verse 1 There’s a man who walks where the shadows breathe, Through the cracks in the bones of a dying dream, He wears the dusk like a second skin, And hears the choir of the hidden sin. Lines on his face like a weathered map, Every scar is a truth he can’t give back, He drinks from a well no one should find, Where the dark makes mirrors of the mind. Pre-Chorus Oh, the silence calls him deeper still, Through the broken glass of another will… Chorus He’s a candle in a storm of ghosts, A trembling flame that the night wants most, With a heart that beats like a warning drum, For the reckoning yet to come. He stands where angels fear to tread, With a crown of thorns in the words unsaid, And every step is a thin red line Between the sacred and the swine. (Guitar cries… a blues bend, aching and raw) Verse 2 He sees the fire behind their eyes, Where the serpent sleeps and the conscience dies, Every whisper a twisted psalm, Every touch carries hidden harm. There’s a weight in his hands he can’t lay down, Like a rusted key to a faithless town, And the bells don’t ring, but he hears them toll In the hollow chamber of every soul. Pre-Chorus Oh, and mercy don’t come easy here, When the truth is dressed in fear… Chorus He’s a candle in a storm of ghosts, A trembling flame that the night wants most, With a heart that beats like a warning drum, For the reckoning yet to come. He stands where angels fear to tread, With a crown of thorns in the words unsaid, And every step is a thin red line Between the sacred and the swine. (Organ swells… voices rise like distant thunder) Bridge Is he the hunter, or the prey? Just a soul that wandered too far away? With every door that he opens wide, Leaves a piece of himself behind. There’s a cross he bears no eyes can see, Forged in doubt and empathy, And the deeper he goes in the endless night, The less he knows of wrong or right… (Break — stripped down, just voice and soft guitar) Final Chorus Still a candle in a storm of ghosts, Fighting shadows no one knows, With a heart that breaks just to understand The poison running through the land. He walks that line till it disappears, Through the flood of blood and the well of tears, And every breath is a fragile sign He’s the last of his kind… (Outro — slow fade, saxophone and piano intertwining) In the quiet light where the lost ones pray, He lays his burden down someday…
