They carved my name in marble, Like I was born for this throne— But gods don't tremble, do they? (Do they?) I didn't plan to stand this high— Just climbed the stairs they never showed. Now I'm here with nothing but sky And a crown I never chose to hold. They speak my name like thunder, Like I was born to lead the storm. I nod. I breathe. I stall for time While lightning courses through my bones. They hand you lightning like it's love, But it burns right through your soul. They cheer the climb, Then leave you alone— With a summit made of stone. Olympus rising, feet of clay Eyes of gods, but heart that breaks. I stand on mountains built by those Who never had to bear the weight. Olympus rising, look away— My hands still shake, but I won't break. Not immortal, just alive— Every day, I make the climb. Higher than heaven, closer to falling Thunder in my veins, but it's my name they're calling The ancient myths never mentioned The silence after applause fades. When yesterday's victory is forgotten, And tomorrow waits, unafraid. Last night I watched my reflection In marble columns, cold and bare. The face of power staring back— A stranger I hardly dare to wear. They dress the summit up in gold, But it's wind and ice and ghosts. They call it glory, But glory's cold— When you face it all alone. Olympus rising, feet of clay Eyes of gods, but heart that breaks. I stand on mountains built by those Who never had to bear the weight. Olympus rising, look away— My hands still shake, but I won't break. Not immortal, just alive— Every day, I make the climb. Higher than heaven, closer to falling Thunder in my veins, but it's my name they're calling This isn't victory. This isn't fate. This is showing up When all paths lead away. Some nights I'd trade this throne For one moment of peace— (One moment...) But morning comes, and so do they, With eyes that beg me not to leave. This isn't glory—it's grit that doesn't quit. This is how Olympus rises— Doubt by doubt, step by step. Olympus rising, feet of clay Eyes of gods, but heart that breaks. I stand on mountains built by those Who never had to bear the weight. Olympus rising, look away— My hands still shake, but I won't break. Not immortal, just alive— Every day, I make the climb. They carved my name in marble, But I carved my path in stone— Gods don't tremble, legends say, But this god found strength in broken places.
