[Verse 1] He was born with the sun on his shoulder, Mama said, "Boy, you were marked by the flame.” But he walked like a man growin’ older, Even back then, you could tell he knew pain. He learned how to mend before he could fight, With a soft kind of power and a soul full of light. But the world ain’t so kind to the good-hearted men— It’ll break 'em in half, and ask 'em again. [Chorus] He’s got light in his hands, and ghosts in his eyes, Carries the weight like a storm in the pines. He don’t speak much of the battles he’s won, Just stitches the wounds, then he moves on. He ain't made of fire, but the fire understands— That he’s holdin’ the world in the light of his hands. [Verse 2] Fell in love with a wild one, sharp as a blade, A daughter of war, not a soul you could save. They burned bright and fast like a midsummer storm, 'Til the silence came callin’ where her fire had been warm. Left with a boy and a heart made of ash, He buried his grief in the work and the past. But time’s a slow river that carves through the stone, And even the hardest men don’t stay alone. [Chorus] He’s got light in his hands, and ghosts in his eyes, Carries the weight like a storm in the pines. He don’t speak much of the battles he’s won, Just stitches the wounds, then he moves on. He ain't made of fire, but the fire understands— That he’s holdin’ the world in the light of his hands. [Bridge] Now they whisper his name in the temples and hills, Say he walks with the gods but he’s searchin’ still. Not for glory or gold, or the stories they tell— But for peace in his soul, and a world that might heal. [Final Chorus] He’s got light in his hands, and dust on his boots, Knows that love is a fight and the truth is a root. He don’t ask for a crown, just a moment to stand, With his feet in the dirt and a heart that still stands. He ain’t made of fire, but he walks through the land— With the strength of the sun, and the light in his hands.
