Lyric

I was born in the hush between two broken clocks

A trembling pulse inside a paper chest

The world moved — but I was still ink

Afraid to stain the silence that raised me

Every whisper had a map

But none could show me home

So I followed the echo of a shadow

That called itself “Tomorrow.”

And I fell — through glass constellations

Every shard spelling out “Become.”

I wore my fear like armor made of fog

Until the fog learned my name — and cleared

I met gods who forgot what praying was

And stars that envied the dark

Every loss carved a new direction

A compass bleeding north into my heart

When I touched the floor of the ocean sky

The weight of everything I wasn’t

Turned into wings

Gravity bowed — and whispered

“You finally understood me.”

Now I rise, not as light, but as reason

Every scar is a sunrise rehearsing itself

The universe exhales — and I answer

Not as a spark, but as the flame that listens

If I ever fall again

Let it be upward

Let it be toward myself