[Cyril stands in a cold, abandoned tower room. Dust filters through the light. A letter from the council lies on the floor — his forbidden magic dismissed, his presence unwanted. He’s alone.] [Verse 1] I always smiled, stayed in my place, Clapped from the wings, gave them space. Spoke when asked, dimmed my light— Told myself that made it right. [Verse 2] I held the line when no one saw, Cleaned up the mess behind their war. They’d thank the sun, forget the flame— Always him, never my name. [Pre-Chorus] And I said, “That’s fine, that’s how it goes,” But now I ask… who even knows? [Chorus] What about me? What about the one who bled unseen? The one who bent, who played it clean? You raise your swords for those who shine— But never once did you see mine. I was loyal, I was kind— But now I feel I’ve lost my mind. If being good means being small… Then tell me — what’s the point at all? [A beat of silence. He exhales, bitter laughter escaping.] [Verse 3] I kept my voice behind a grin, Hoped they'd notice who'd been in. But kindness here is just a chain— A gilded lie to hide your pain. [Bridge] You want me meek, a steady hand. A tool, a name you never planned. But if I broke that holy mold… Would you still call your silence "gold"? [He turns away from the broken window. Voice rising.] [Chorus – Reprise] What about me?! What about the one who stood through fire, Who fed the spark, who never tired? You praised the roar, but not the breath— I’m done applauding through my death. If I must break just to be heard, Then let my fury speak each word. I’ve been too quiet to be free— But now… now you’ll hear me. [The storm outside rises as if answering him. He lifts his head, firelight catching in his eyes.] [Outro – Soft] What about me…? Was I never meant… to be?
