[Verse 1] In a house of counting coins A boy learned how to read the stars Ink-stained hands and Tuscan dawns Names of poets whispered in the dark They crowned you heir before your time A quiet mind in a crowded room Florence weighing on your shoulders Like a cloak you had to grow into [Chorus] Lorenzo of the golden city Walking marble Walking dust Shaping stone and shaping stories Holding power Earning trust You lit the halls for every painter Fed the fire for every pen And the world still says your name When it speaks of Florence then [Verse 2] You opened up the palace doors Said “Let’s see what genius looks like today” A shepherd boy with charcoal hands Found his future in your gaze You leaned over a rough-cut statue Saw the thunder in the veins Called the boy “my little angel” Gave the storm a Florentine name [Chorus] Lorenzo of the golden city Walking marble Walking dust Shaping stone and shaping stories Holding power Earning trust You lit the halls for every painter Fed the fire for every pen And the world still says your name When it speaks of Florence then [Verse 3] Banquets steeped in bitter wine Enemies in velvet chairs You played mercy like a weapon Turned a plot into a prayer Danced on treaties Ink and daggers Kept the wolves outside the gate Held your city through the plague wind Just by how you spoke of fate [Bridge] But every torch throws shadows Every favor has its cost Debts that even banks can’t cover Friends you save And friends you’ve lost Yet on the Arno Late and lonely You still quoted ancient lines Swore that beauty is a burden You would gladly bear in time [Chorus] Lorenzo of the golden city Walking marble Walking dust Shaping stone and shaping stories Holding power Earning trust You lit the halls for every painter Fed the fire for every pen And the world still says your name When it speaks of Florence then [Outro] Now the frescoes fade at edges Coins turn dull in dusty chests But the poems that you sheltered Keep on breathing in our chests Lorenzo of the golden city From your candle Countless flames Every artist at a canvas Is a echo of your name
