The Song of Sylvia

I do not ask the dark for flame, Nor bargain grief for borrowed name. I walk the edge where others wait, And call that patience wisdom’s gate. Chorus Let stone remember how I stand, Let steel grow warm within my hand. The road remembers every tread, The living walk where crowns have bled. I trust the ground beneath my feet, Not promises that sound too sweet. Chorus Let stone remember how I stand, Let steel grow warm within my hand. Let stone remember how I stand, Let steel grow warm within my hand. Old songs still stir where silence stays, They hum of teeth and shortened days. They tell me truths no prayers defend, That strength must stand where hopes all bend. I keep no oath the wind can steal, Nor kneel for gifts that fail the real. If gods still dream beyond my sight, They learn my shape by how I fight. Final Chorus (altered) Let stone remember how I stand, Let breath run out, not heart nor hand. Let stone remember how I stand, If breath is all the world can lend, I spend it whole, and do not bend.