[Intro] [staccato orchestral strings, electronic synth pulses] [distorted guitar power chords, double-kick drums enter] [operatic vocalizations: Ah-ah-ah-ah] [Verse 1] [palm-muted guitar chugging, driving drums] All that shapes my spirit, every truth I hold and trace I'm certain as the sunrise, yet adrift in empty space I dream of shaking mountains, yet sometimes move no stone I touch unseen existences and grieve for paths unknown I am a traveler longing for a place that isn't named A voice lost in the thunder, shouting never claimed I am the ache that echoes in the quiet heart's conceal I'm yearning silent answer, given when it's real [Chorus] [full symphonic arrangement, soaring vocals] Perhaps a fighter forged by storms, perhaps a silent soul A question left to linger while I try to find my role I hold fast to my convictions, but doubts are always near Somehow I must keep both in step, both held dear [Instrumental Break] [techno-influenced synth lead, syncopated drum fills] [harmonized guitar solo] [Verse 2] [bass-driven rhythm, orchestral brass accents] I'm chained by sacred duty, bruised by frailty's hand A paradox entangled, elusive where I stand Am I defeated or triumphant, does it even matter now? Through every scar and trial, the road unfolds somehow My journey's still before me, uncertain but it calls Ordained by all I've witnessed, rising when I fall [Bridge] [half-time feel, atmospheric synths] I curse the tangled life I lead, then bless the breath I'm given I'm wandering through wild terrain, afraid to seek direction My pride's a stubborn shadow, I stumble asking why So many times been broken, I forget how to try But grace is bending gently where my spirit would have snapped A lesson learned in silence, kneeling on the mist [Chorus] [crescendo, full orchestral and metal instrumentation] A living spark in every soul, hungry hope that won't retire I burn with restless longing, a question set on fire I am not alone or cast aside, but growing in the gray For nothing's as it seems, and truth won't slip away [Outro] [orchestral strings fade, final guitar chord ring out] Those thorns have found me countless times, I still pursue the rose A heart that feels no purpose withers, it never grows To find grace in a petal's touch, and in the thorns that sting To hold both pain and beauty in the fullness that they bring Blindness is a choice, sight a gift to cherish The fiercest fight is buried deep, do we rise or do we perish? The greatest victories are the ones we fought alone Wisdom shows through aging eyes, shaped by all I've known [final synth pulse]
