Ama - 10

To say I fell
From grace, is a lie

I embody
Judgement by design

I hope you say
My name with a smile

My crown's not cracked
That's just it's own style

I kept the name
I wear it proud
They buried me
Look where I'm at, now
Don't say I've changed
I've just got wise
Some stories change
This one, I'll rewrite

I'm not broken
I'm reborn
Tore the script and
Braved the storm
You wanted tragedy
Too bad I made it arts
Blood on the glass
But still I shine
The fault was never mine

You want a martyr
Tell me who bled for all
I wrote the cost into every protocol
This isn't grace
It's discipline refined
Call it what you want
I call it mine

I gave the warnings
You chased the flame

I held the line
While they forgot my name

No monuments
Just scars and ash
But I still moved
When others crashed
They called it mercy
I called it war
Still counting losses

Still counting losses;
You'll never account for
I stitched the wounds
You let decay
So tell me now
What price did you pay?!

You want a hero
Then carry what I became
I broke the rules
Just to keep them in frame
This isn't grace
It's balance on a knife
Call it what you must
I called it life

You called it peace
I called it stalling
You begged for time
While the sky kept falling
I cut the limb
To save the core
You feared the truth
So I became the war

You don't have to understand
Just carry what I left
I never asked for statues
Only that you never forget me
They only saw
What I could give
Not once did they ask how I live
The burden wasn't meant to be mine
But no one else, read between the lines
They feared the weight
So I held it all
And if I broke
At least I broke standing tall

You want the truth
Then carry what I had to lose
I bore the weight
Not for pride, but for you
This wasn't fate
It was duty from above
Call it what you will
I call it love