Verse 1 Born into whispers, in shadows she grew A child of the night, where the moon is her view Trained by a legend, his eyes cold as steel He showed her the world, and taught her to feel But feel with a blade, with silence, with grace A deadly force hidden behind a flawless face The weight of the world she holds in her hands Bound by the balance of dark, ruthless plans Chorus She’s a blade in the shadows, a force in the night Caught between power and what’s truly right Her father’s daughter, but her heart is her own Walking the line, in a world overthrown She’s the weapon, the heir, and the choice to be free A shadow of death, or who she could be Verse 2 Through velvet halls and the masks of the court She learned to strike where the strong fell short A dance with deception, with secrets that gleam Her dagger the answer to any regime But deep in her soul, there’s a question that lingers Is balance worth blood on innocent fingers? The legacy calls her, the whispers remain But her heart now speaks of a different refrain Chorus She’s a blade in the shadows, a force in the night Caught between power and what’s truly right Her father’s daughter, but her heart is her own Walking the line, in a world overthrown She’s the weapon, the heir, and the choice to be free A shadow of death, or who she could be Verse 3 In the mirror of moonlight, she sees herself clear The cost of the blood, and the echo of fear Her father’s path paved in silence and lies But her own reflection shows truth in her eyes Now the choice must be made, does she stay, does she fight? For power, for justice, or what feels right A daughter, a warrior, a voice in the storm A heart still deciding what shape to take form Bridge Loyalty calls her, the past pulls her in But a new song is rising from deep within To be the sword or to break from the chain To cut through the darkness or find peace in the rain Chorus She’s a blade in the shadows, a force in the night Caught between power and what’s truly right Her father’s daughter, but her heart is her own Walking the line, in a world overthrown She’s the weapon, the heir, and the choice to be free A shadow of death, or who she could be
