Lyric

I do not curse the world—

I only keep its silence

If sorrow is a crown

I wear it without plea

They call me witch

But I am merely the echo

Of all that dared to feel

And never spoke it free

I was not born in fire

Nor forged by any throne

I simply walked beyond the gate

Where loved things turn to stone

They feared the ache I carried

A calm they could not name—

Not wrath, not grief

But a stillness without shame

For I have learned:

It is not hatred that survives—

It is the heart that breaks

And chooses to rise

I do not curse the world—

I only keep its silence

If sorrow is a crown

I wear it without plea

They call me witch

But I am merely the echo

Of all that dared to feel

And never spoke it free

There was a boy—

He never asked my name

Even as the world recoiled

He looked, and did not tame

I never said I loved him—

Love is too small a vow

Yet something in me stayed

Where I had never allowed

If fate is a cage

Then I am the lock undone

For I do not flee the end—

I ask it what it’s run from

I do not curse the world—

I only keep its silence

If sorrow is a crown

I wear it without plea

They call me witch

But I am merely the echo

Of all that dared to feel

And never spoke it free

I will not beg for mercy

Nor kneel for any light

If ruin is my companion

Let it walk in plain sight

For even in my breaking

I will not be unmade—

I am the hush of thunder

After every storm has prayed

So do not follow me—

Only understand:

There is a grace in endings

Chosen by one’s own hand

I do not curse the world

Nor ask to be forgiven—

I simply guard the space

Where unspoken hearts are driven

And if they call me witch

Let them

He will know—

I was never wrath

I was the quiet

That refused to die