[Intro – low strings, distant wind… a faint, steady pulse like time itself] (quiet, reflective) I have watched the ages breathe… …and bury their own legends. [Verse 1 – calm, ancient, heavy with memory] I saw the rise of iron hands, The strength that bent the bones of land— stood tall, the world in tow… But strength alone could never go… where you are. I walked beside the minds that knew The hidden threads that all things drew— spoke truths time couldn’t hold… Yet wisdom faltered, growing old… before your door. [Pre-Chorus – soft, almost tired, centuries weighing down] So many flames that burned too fast… So many names not meant to last… I waited through their fleeting light… A watcher bound to endless night. [Chorus – restrained, not sorrowful… just enduring] I waited… Through every rise and every fall, Through echoes carved on history’s wall… No hand could reach, no soul could stay— They all would fade… they all would stray. (soft, distant) And still… I stayed. [Verse 2 – quieter, emptier… the cost of waiting] Empires turned to dust and song, The right forgot, the proud went wrong. I learned the shape of every end… The way all broken things descend. And time… became a hollow sea, Where nothing new could reach to me… Until a tremor split the grey— A fragile, stubborn thread of day… [Pre-Chorus – something changes… subtle, cautious hope] Not loud like war, not bright like kings… Not forged in crowns or conquering… But something small… that would not break… A light that bends… but does not shake… [Chorus – first hint of warmth, still restrained] I see it… A spark that doesn’t burn away, A quiet dawn that chooses to stay… No throne, no name, no grand design— And yet… it feels like something mine. (soft, almost afraid to believe) Could this be…? [Bridge – spoken, slow, realization unfolding] Not strength… Not wisdom… Something else. Something that falls… …and rises anyway. (quiet, reverent) Not a god. Not a legend. …a choice. [Instrumental – soft swell, like sunrise just before breaking] [Final Chorus – gentle, rising, the first true hope in his voice] I’ve found you… Not in the fire, not in the crown— But in the soul that won’t back down… A fleeting heart, a fragile flame— Untouched by glory, fear, or fame… This is the one… The dawn I’ve waited through the night… The hand that reaches without might… Where I could not… where I must part… You will find her… …where I could not. [Outro – soft, almost a whisper carried on morning air] … The night is ending. And somewhere… far beneath the weight of all I’ve been… …a human soul has chosen light.
