[Verse I] So this is where the road was leading. This is what the dark was for. Every prayer I learned in silence, Every wound I learned to ignore. All the names I've lost behind me, All the things I gave away— Here at last, the Lady answers. Here at last, I know the way. One life. One spear. One final lesson. Nothing I have not prepared to do. I have asked to be made worthy. Now She asks me to prove it true. [Chorus] So why does something in me answer When there should be nothing left to say? Why does my hand know how to falter At the ending I have prayed for every day? Call it weakness. Call it failure. Call it one last frightened part— But why does every lesson end Before it reaches my heart? [Verse II] She says she knows me. Let her say it. Prisoners will reach for any blade. A frightened child. A wolf. A secret. Cheap little tricks against my faith. And yet the wound beneath my hand Burns like it remembers what I don't. There are things I know because they taught me. There are things I know and don't know how. I know loss is meant to free me. I know love becomes a chain. I know memory is mercy's weakness. I know absence conquers pain. I've known these truths for half a lifetime. Why must I keep learning them again? [Chorus] Why does something in me answer When there should be nothing left to say? Why does my hand know how to falter At the ending I have prayed for every day? Call it weakness. Call it failure. Call it some defect of the heart— But if it has survived all I surrendered, Was it ever mine to carve apart? [Verse III] I could end this doubt in seconds. I could finally earn my place. No more wondering what came before me. No more stranger in my face. Let the spear decide the question. Let obedience make me whole. If the pain was all devotion, Then the loss has served a goal. And if I stop— What was it for? The years I cannot name? The empty rooms inside my head? The woman I've become for Her? If I turn now, do I betray Her— Or admit I never knew? [Bridge] There is no moonlight calling to me. No kinder goddess at my side. Only one condemned immortal And a thought that will not die. Maybe She is right about me. Maybe doubt is what must bleed. Maybe all that's left between me And the woman I should be Is one small act. One clean ending. One last lesson. One— Why can't I? [Final Chorus] There is something in me answering Though I cannot give the thing a name. Something older than the answers, Something stubborn through the loss and pain. If it's weakness, I can kill it. If it's truth, I kill it too. And I cannot ask the past to choose. I cannot ask Her what to do. [Outro] One life. One spear. I know the lesson. I know the words. I know what She would have me do. ... So why— after everything— am I still here?
