[Intro — William narrating, from Danzer's perspective, low] He don't fear the ones who hunt him. He just wishes they would learn. [Verse 1] They call me the wound, not the healer. They see the ache and think it's mine. I only feel what's already breaking — I didn't light that kind of fire. [Response — congregation, low] They're wrong. They're certain. Certainty don't make a thing true. [Verse 2] They come with torches, come with scripture, come with reasons carved in stone. Every time I turn to face them, I just find someone lost, alone. [Response — congregation, tired] Misguided. Not evil. Just afraid of what they don't understand. [Chorus] They ain't a threat, they're just a burden — one more soul I have to steer around. I could end this in a moment. I just choose to hold my ground. [Verse 3] Some nights they slow the work down badly. Some nights they cost me hours I don't have. Not because they're strong enough to stop me — just because grief don't wait for anyone's math. [Response — congregation, low, weary] He's patient. He's tired. Patience is its own kind of strength. [Final Chorus — full, still restrained] They ain't a threat, they're just a burden — one more soul I have to steer around. Someday they'll see the fire they're chasing was never mine to put down. [Outro — William, quiet] He doesn't hate them. He just wishes they'd get out of the way.
