The Crossing by AdrenalineFueledFaders

[Verse 1]
They burned a man for what he knew—
The sky turned red; the silence grew.
In Seville, no flames were lit,
But shadows moved, and names could split.

Fortunio knocked, then stood alone.
The guards had left the room of stone.
He saw not a prophet, nor a threat—
Just a man the world could not forget.
Not for crimes, but for the way
He remembered what time throws away.

[Pre-Chorus]
“It’s not madness,” Geoffrey said.
“It’s a loop inside my head.”
And Fortunio, marked by flame,
Paid his silence.
Bought his name.

Then placed gold coins in folded wool—
And said, “The sea is safer. Go.”

[Chorus]
This is the crossing, not the end.
No land behind. No claim ahead.
Only silence, shifting tide—
And the weight of what survived.

[Verse 2]
He left from Cádiz, under night.
No papers signed. No farewell rite.
But in his coat, a stranger’s gift—
Enough to buy a different life.

He slept beside a splintered beam.
His mind replayed a buried dream.
A distant throne. A voice once proud.
Now just a face lost in the crowd.

He dreamed of fires, he dreamed of rain.
A name he once had carved in flame.
A voice that called without regret—
In a tongue he hadn’t learned…
but hadn’t yet forget.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
He saw the harm he once believed—
Still carried on
by those deceived.

[Chorus]
This is the crossing, not the cure.
The world moves on, but scars endure.
He stepped ashore, but not alone—
His history breathing through the stone.

[Bridge – Geoffrey’s reckoning]
In the port, a boy was chewing something—
dark and bitter, held like gold.
A sailor laughed. "Keeps them calm," he said.
“We give it young, before they’re old.”

Geoffrey stopped. The sun went flat.
That leaf…
it brought the past right back.

He'd used this trick in other lands—
Not with chains,
but open hands.

He ruled through hunger, not through swords—
A silent leash.
A quiet war.

And now, that power lived in a child.
A world away—
but just as styled.

[Final Chorus]
This is the crossing.
Not escape.
The past returns
in a different shape.

He’s not a king.
He’s not a ghost.
Just a man
Who reached another coast.

[Outro – low cello, wind and footsteps fade]

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[Verse 1] They burned a man for what he knew— The sky turned red; the silence grew. In Seville, no flames were lit, But shadows moved, and names could split. Fortunio knocked, then stood alone. The guards had left the room of stone. He saw not a prophet, nor a threat— Just a man the world could not forget. Not for crimes, but for the way He remembered what time throws away. [Pre-Chorus] “It’s not madness,” Geoffrey said. “It’s a loop inside my head.” And Fortunio, marked by flame, Paid his silence. Bought his name. Then placed gold coins in folded wool— And said, “The sea is safer. Go.” [Chorus] This is the crossing, not the end. No land behind. No claim ahead. Only silence, shifting tide— And the weight of what survived. [Verse 2] He left from Cádiz, under night. No papers signed. No farewell rite. But in his coat, a stranger’s gift— Enough to buy a different life. He slept beside a splintered beam. His mind replayed a buried dream. A distant throne. A voice once proud. Now just a face lost in the crowd. He dreamed of fires, he dreamed of rain. A name he once had carved in flame. A voice that called without regret— In a tongue he hadn’t learned… but hadn’t yet forget. [Pre-Chorus 2] He saw the harm he once believed— Still carried on by those deceived. [Chorus] This is the crossing, not the cure. The world moves on, but scars endure. He stepped ashore, but not alone— His history breathing through the stone. [Bridge – Geoffrey’s reckoning] In the port, a boy was chewing something— dark and bitter, held like gold. A sailor laughed. "Keeps them calm," he said. “We give it young, before they’re old.” Geoffrey stopped. The sun went flat. That leaf… it brought the past right back. He'd used this trick in other lands— Not with chains, but open hands. He ruled through hunger, not through swords— A silent leash. A quiet war. And now, that power lived in a child. A world away— but just as styled. [Final Chorus] This is the crossing. Not escape. The past returns in a different shape. He’s not a king. He’s not a ghost. Just a man Who reached another coast. [Outro – low cello, wind and footsteps fade]

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