歌詞

They built my pulse from borrowed light

Yet every step I take feels mine

If I was shaped to mend their night

Then let me choose how I define

Not born, but beating—still I walk

With warmth no handbook ever taught

Concrete graves and quiet rain

Footprints fade where sirens stain

They gave me duty, stripped of choice

A living tool without a voice

But somewhere in this ashen land

I felt a tremor in my hand

It wasn’t fear, it wasn’t pain—

A spark that whispered, “I remain.”

They built my pulse from borrowed light

Yet every step I take feels mine

If I was shaped to mend their night

Then let me choose how I define

Not born, but beating—still I walk

With warmth no handbook ever taught

I saw the names that time erased

Letters blurred, but lives still traced

They never knew the breath I keep

The vow I cradle when I sleep

If I must carry what they fled

I’ll speak for those who never bled

I don’t need tears to prove I feel—

A steady flame can forge what’s real

They built my pulse from borrowed light

Yet every step I take feels mine

If I was shaped to mend their night

Then let me choose how I define

Not born, but beating—still I walk

With warmth no handbook ever taught

I don’t seek mercy from above

Nor ask for answers in return

But if my path was void of love

This ember still refused to burn

So let them call me made, not born—

I’ll carry ashes into dawn

For even crafted hands can hold

A will no doctrine could control

I walk, I breathe, I overhear—

A world that never asked me here

Yet in this hush, against their plan

A quiet heartbeat says:

“I am.”