The clock bleeds gold on cobblestone, A trembling sky of steel, Tonight we stand on borrowed breath, Tomorrow turns the wheel. I hear the drums beneath my ribs, Like distant marching feet, A thousand vows in whispered coats Are gathering in the street, If dawn demands a sacrifice, Then let my name be flame, For I have lived in quiet chains, I will not die the same. You chase the storm with blazing eyes, I chase your fading hand, What is a cause without a heart? What is a promised land? If hope is stitched to shattered cloth, Then let me be the thread, I’ll braid my fear with your wild dream, And walk where angels dread. One night more before the fire, One breath more to lift us higher, Hear the city hold its cry, Ashes fall or eagles fly, One night more the line is drawn, Shadows fade or we are gone, Hearts collide in thunder’s roar, We are the spark of one night more. I’ve walked the alleys counting sins, With silver in my palm, But even thieves can taste the wind Before the breaking psalm, Tonight the scales are tipping hard, No fence to hide between, The gutter or the rising sun, No in-between unseen. If I fall, remember me In banners torn and wide, If you fall, I’ll sing your name Across the turning tide, We are more than flesh and doubt, More than rusted fear, We are the echo history Has been waiting years to hear. Hush now, the cannons breathe, Stars lean low to see, Destiny is inked in sparks On fate’s fragility, Footsteps fuse in heartbeat time, A million pulses soar, The night is cracked with prophecy, We are the open door. One night more — the flame is near! One night more — we conquer fear! One night more — the dawn will roar! One night more! One night more! The clock exhales its final chime, The sky begins to pour, Whatever waits beyond the light, We live this night — one more.
