(Verse 1 – cautious, distant) We should be fighting. He should be striking. I should be calling the stars to burn him down. But he just sits there, Sharpening silence, Like war is something he forgot somehow. His eyes are not what I imagined— Not wild or cruel or blind. They look like someone who’s been watching The world leave him behind. --- (Pre-Chorus – quietly conflicted) He speaks in half-formed truths, Wears grief like second skin. If monsters dream of peace… Then what world have I been in? --- (Chorus – wonder rising) Through enemy eyes, I’m starting to see A thousand wrong turns staring back at me. The lines were drawn in black and white— But in this place, they blur in light. If he was born beneath the stars, Would he have worn a name like mine? I thought I knew what truth looked like… But maybe I was blind. --- (Verse 2 – curious, warm) He hums without meaning, Fixes a crack in his armor with thread— Thread. Not power. He laughs at the way I hover near. Like I’m a threat, or a flower. He doesn’t ask me why I’m watching. He knows I’m scared to know. But still, he lets the silence soften, Like he’s got nowhere else to go. --- (Pre-Chorus – more intimate, uncertain) He said his people never mattered. Just shadows in our skies. But now I see a man who’s shattered… Still standing out of pride. --- (Chorus – swelling with emotion) Through enemy eyes, the stories fade. The heroes fall, the monsters pray. And somewhere in that broken shade, I see a boy who stayed—who stayed. If I was born beyond the gates, Would I have shared his fate, his pain? I thought I’d never doubt this fight… But nothing feels the same. --- (Bridge – fragile and slow) I don’t know what he’s hiding. I don’t know what he’s lost. But if kindness still exists in him… What else has war just cost? --- (Final Chorus – quiet, but powerful) Through enemy eyes, I see a man Who never asked to be damned. And though I stand on the other side… I’m not sure where I stand. If truth is just what we survive, Then maybe I was wrong to fight. I swore I'd never see him right… But maybe stars were never mine to guide.
