Verse 1 I carry names I did not choose And graves I never got to lose Every step I make is pressed By all the dead against my chest Not just ghosts in hall or glen But choices made by mortal men Every prayer and every throne Built a burden of its own Chorus This is the weight of legacy The hand of the past on me Not a crown and not a gift But a stone I cannot lift This is the weight of legacy The wound beneath the skin The war I fight was older Than the day I entered in Verse 2 Letters written long ago Spelled the truth I feared to know They were not only cursed by fate They fed the dark to master fate And I, the last in line, remain To sift through honor, ash, and blame To ask if blood can be redeemed Or if all hope is just a dream Chorus This is the weight of legacy The hand of the past on me Not a crown and not a gift But a stone I cannot lift This is the weight of legacy The wound beneath the skin The war I fight was older Than the day I entered in Bridge Still I am not only heir To all the wrong that lingers there I am heir to every soul Who tried to break what made them whole If even one before me grieved Then maybe one of us believed Final Chorus This is the weight of legacy But it will not bury me I may bend beneath its years I may choke on borrowed tears This is the weight of legacy And I will bear it through Until the blood that carried night Learns how to carry truth
