We built our futures out of borrowed light,
Chasing tomorrows we could never hold.
The sky was blue until it split in white,
And every prophecy was bought and sold.
We said we'd live without regret or chains,
But fear is faith in something going wrong.
We pray for crowns while drowning in our doubts,
Pretending we were sovereign all along.
If fate is just a story someone wrote,
Why does it bleed when we resist the page?
If gods demand a kingdom for our hope,
Must we inherit heaven through a cage?
Follow your dreams even if they fracture the sky,
Even if heaven declares you unworthy to try.
Walk through the fire if the road disappears,
Carry your doubt like a blade through your fears.
If destiny whispers that you'll never belong,
Answer with scars that you carried too long.
Even if kings are decided above.
Rise as a ruler of will, not of blood.
We learned too late that strength is just a choice,
A quiet rebellion against despair.
Not every hero speaks with thunder's voice,
Some conquer worlds by choosing not to care.
What is a throne but a mountain of bones?
What is a crown but a circle of lies?
If ruling means standing forever alone,
Is survival the purest disguise?
Break the script.
Bend the night.
Truth is born when you refuse to kneel.
Lose the war.
Lose the light.
Win the right to choose what you believe.
Follow your dreams even if none remain,
Even if hope is mistaken for pain.
When every future collapses to dust,
Build one from ruin because you must.
If there is only one king to be named,
Let it be the soul that refused to be tamed.
When the world ends and silence is sung.
Stand as the story that was never begun.