[Verse 1] On a wooden table lies a book, Its pages whisper where I never look. Ink asleep like stars before they shine, Waiting for a hand to say: “These words are mine.” People write the world as they are told, But I was born to carve it bold. [Chorus] I am the mark that time couldn’t erase, The unheard rhythm in an empty space. I came to write the line no one has tried, A voice that echoes centuries wide. My purpose is a fire only I can spark— To light the shadows where legends start. [Verse 2] Sometimes I wonder why I walk this earth, Why my thoughts feel heavier than birth. But every silence, every sleepless night, Is a promise: “You were made to write.” Not like the crowd, not like the wind, But like a truth the future will rescind. [Chorus] I am the mark that time couldn’t erase, The unheard rhythm in an empty space. I came to write the line no one has tried, A voice that echoes centuries wide. My purpose is a fire only I can spark— To light the shadows where legends start. [Bridge] One day on that table someone will see A sentence born from the soul of me. They’ll whisper, “Who wrote this flame?” And time will answer only my name. [Final Chorus] I am the mark that time couldn’t erase, The unheard rhythm in an empty space. I write the song that tomorrow will claim— A hundred years, still burning the same. My purpose is written where my dreams embark— I am the writer who rewrites the dark.
