‘Fire’ - Original Song by MAdoK958 Copyright © 2025 MAdoK958 suno.com/@madok958 ⸻ The horizon moves, but never closer. He rides with his breath held shallow— like too much air might wake something he’s pressed down. The horse follows his will, quiet and certain, like it’s learned the shape of where he’s going. He keeps replaying a voice that isn’t hers but wears her hush. (some men burn, some men carry the fire) He never asked which he was. Now it doesn’t matter. The heat stays even when the light goes. (some men burn, some men carry the fire) (some men burn, some men carry the fire) He’s not sorry. He just remembers the way blood can look like a choice when you stare at it long enough. The gun’s weight isn’t heavy anymore. It’s just there, like a scar you forget until someone touches it and calls it story. He could’ve walked away. That’s the lie he lets live because it’s softer than saying he didn’t want to. Each town looks the same when you only see what’s wrong in it. Each man he’s after wears a different face, but the eyes always hold the same crooked scripture. Some nights, he dreams of a quiet so loud it breaks teeth. Wakes with his hand curled around nothing, still ready. The sky stretches but never offers shade. He rides beneath it like an answer no question deserves. He’s not holy. Not even right. Just the fire that didn’t leave when everything else did. (some men burn, some men carry the fire) (some men burn, some men carry the fire)
