I set the table, I lit the fire, I held the silence, I called you mine. I traced the path where your shadow fell, But a love like this don’t echo well. You wrote your name on the desert wind, Carved your throne in the hearts of men. But did you ever stop? Did you ever turn? Did you ever fear what a heart unheld might learn? You built up the kingdom, I carried the cost, You counted the riches, I counted the loss. You gave them the stories, you gave them the sky, But tell me, my love—who sings for mine? You prayed for the journey, you longed to be free, But where in your prayers did you pray for me? You promised forever, then left me alone, Tell me, my love—where is my home? If love is a kingdom, then where is my crown? If I was your world, why’d you tear it down? You gave them your gold, you gave them your time, But tell me, my love—what’s left behind?
