[Verse 1 – “Ashes of Intention”] I never drew the sword to ignite or deface flames, Never split the soil just to heighten a name's claim. I walked through the warzones, silent in grace-shame, Fighting for the fallen, not the tyrants in fake frames. Peace, I ain't perfect—I'm cracked in the framework, Built from the burden of facts that the pain birthed. Acted with purpose, attacked where the chains lurked, Not for the glory—but cracks where the flame works. They said I was savage, a symbol of conquest, But they never read what my silence had confessed. Each step in the chaos was crafted in context, I didn’t choose wrath—I responded to unrest. Lines weren’t drawn for the sake of division, They formed from the faultlines that failed our vision. Believe me—this path wasn’t bathed in derision, But born from the bones of the dreams I envisioned. [Chorus – “Believe Me, Peace”] Believe me, Peace—I never craved this war, Never wanted blood on the boots I wore. Every fight was a letter, each verse—rapport, Trying to explain what the silence ignored. Believe me, Peace—I’m your echo in war-cries, Your voice in the rubble, your ghost when the sword flies. I never betrayed you—I fought through the noise, So one day your name could be more than a choice. [Verse 2 – “Veins of Conviction”] They thought I was born with a vendetta's ink-stain, But I carved my oaths in the veins of a kid's name. Every clash came with the ache of a split flame, Hoping the thunder would echo what lips can't. I carried the banner, but not for the battle's lust, It was stitched from the dreams that the silence crushed. Every wound's a dialogue—every scar's a trust, Not for conquest—but the cost of a path just. Peace, I built from the edges they laughed at, Fought through the noise where the lost couldn't grasp that. Not every blade raised is for warcraft or backlash, Some swing in defense of the ones in the flashbacks. Truth ain’t a whisper—it’s chiseled in reckoning, Forged in the guilt where the pride meets the questioning. Believe me—my war was a prayer for the reckoning, A plea in the chaos for peace to stop beckoning. [Chorus – “Believe Me, Peace”] Believe me, Peace—I never craved this war, Never wanted blood on the boots I wore. Every fight was a letter, each verse—rapport, Trying to explain what the silence ignored. Believe in me, Peace—I’m your echo in war-cries, Your voice in the rubble, your ghost when the sword flies. I never betrayed you—I fought through the noise, So one day your name could be more than a choice. [Verse 3 – “Clarity Through the Carnage”] I’ve seen false prophets wave you like camouflage, Used your name to ignite a facade’s barrage. I never spoke you with pride when the shots rang— I whispered you through cracked lips when the clock sang. My motives weren’t vengeance—they rose from defense lines, Where innocence screamed in the pulse of the trench-times. I stood not for power, but balance in bent times, Peace, I was armor for those with no fence-line. Truth was a burden I bore through the backlash, Told in the bloodlines that bled for the last laugh. Don’t paint me cruel with a brush made of half-facts— I wept in the silence they cracked with their gas masks. You think war was the aim? It was never desire, I just burned to protect what they set on fire. So believe me—my battle was choir through wire, A hymn of restraint in a world that's dire. [Verse 4 – “The Final Plea”] So now I stand, not in triumph, but tremble, Voice made of ruins, emotions I disassemble. Peace, if you’re listening—please don’t resent me, I bore your hope while the storm tried to end me. They won’t understand, but I etched in the marrow, That I never chose war—I was pushed through the narrow. I held back the tide where the silence turned feral, And led with a blade where the balance grew peril. What they call rage was a mirror of mourning, A defense against the apocalypse forming. Believe me—I didn’t want to become this, But peace needed warriors when prayers felt sunless. I begged for a way that could spare me the violence, But silence is fatal when peace becomes silent. If I disappear—don’t erase what I meant, I fought for your name, even when it was spent. [Final Chorus – “Believe Me, Peace”] Believe me, Peace—I never craved this war, Never wanted blood on the boots I wore. Every fight was a letter, each verse—rapport, Trying to explain what the silence ignored. Believe me, Peace—I’m your echo in war-cries, Your voice in the rubble, your ghost when the sword flies. I never betrayed you—I fought through the noise, So one day your name could be more than a choice.
