The Deer at the Edge

# THE DEER AT THE EDGE OF THE SONG **[INTRO — QUIET, DISTANT FIDDLE]** I learned to tell a story by learning not to speak. I learned to watch the shadows without disturbing what I seek. Fifty tales beneath one moon, fifty doors beneath one sky— And every time I looked away, the deer was standing by. --- **[VERSE I]** Who is watching whom when the watcher thinks he's wise? Who decides what's real when the truth can change its eyes? A hill can hide a kingdom. A ruin can still be home. A door can open inward and leave you more alone. A song can be a rescue. A rescue can become a chain. A light can lead you somewhere and still not know your name. --- **[CHORUS]** **THERE'S A DEER AT THE EDGE OF THE SONG,** **WATCHING US WATCHING ALL ALONG.** **I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT KNOWS,** **I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT GOES,** **BUT IT'S BEEN THERE ALL ALONG.** **THERE'S A DEER AT THE EDGE OF THE LIGHT,** **NEVER WRONG, NEVER RIGHT.** **JUST WAITING IN THE DARK,** **JUST WATCHING FOR THE SPARK,** **UNTIL WE FINALLY TURN AND LOOK.** --- **[VERSE II]** A wound becomes a number. A thousand become a name. A ledger calls it history and makes the loss look tame. But a thousand people dying are still a thousand souls, and somebody must remember what the counting can't control. A crooked thing may choose the right thing. A monster may guard the door. A ghost may walk beside you for someone it can't ignore. And mercy isn't keeping records. Mercy remembers more. --- **[PRE-CHORUS]** They'll tell you fate was written. They'll tell you choice was gone. They'll tell you every road was waiting for you all along. But ask who wrote the ending. Ask who taught you how to run. Ask who benefits from telling you there never was another one. --- **[BRIDGE — TAROT / CHAN **[INTRO — WHISPERED, LOW]** Three roads beneath the moon, three answers yet unknown. A Sparrow in the branches, a Raven watching home. A Giant walks the Pathway, a Deer beside his feet. And somewhere in the darkness, something waits to be. --- **[VERSE I]** A Seer can see the ending, but never choose the road. He sees the worlds behind the worlds, the places no one's known. One Path becomes another, one Ring begins to turn. A thing can lose the shape it had and still have more to learn. Giants, Fae and Spectrals, Echoes left behind, Undead, Clones and Fragments— what makes a thing a kind? --- **[PRE-CHORUS]** Is it blood? Is it memory? Is it what you were? Or is a Kind the road you walk after the world occurs? --- **[CHORUS]** **KING FOR A YEAR OR A DAY,** **CROWNED IN THE RUINS WE COULDN’T SAVE.** **KING FOR A YEAR OR A DAY,** **NOT BY THE THRONE—BY THE CHOICE TO STAY.** **LET THE GIANTS COME,** **LET THE ECHOES RISE,** **LET THE FAE CHANGE FORM BEFORE OUR EYES.** **KING FOR A YEAR OR A DAY—** **ONE IMPOSSIBLE DAY** **CAN CHANGE EVERYTHING.** --- **[CHORUS]** **KING FOR A YEAR OR A DAY,** **CROWNED IN THE RUINS WE COULDN’T SAVE.** **KING FOR A YEAR OR A DAY,** **NOT BY THE THRONE—BY THE CHOICE TO STAY.** **LET THE GIANTS COME,** **LET THE ECHOES RISE,** **LET THE FAE CHANGE FORM BEFORE OUR EYES.** **KING FOR A YEAR OR A DAY—** **ONE IMPOSSIBLE DAY** **CAN CHANGE EVERYTHING.** **[PRE-CHORUS]** Was the eye evil? Was the wall? Was the hand that threw the thing that made him fall? **[CHORUS]** **One eye alone, and all it sees must fall,** **One eye surrendered for the sight of it all.** **One eye that watches and chooses the door,** **One eye that knows what it cannot ignore.** **To see is a blessing,** **To see is a blade.** **The price of the seeing** **Is the choice that is made.**