Rise Without a Sound

Ashes fall where fire lived

Shadows cling to all I give

The ground remembers every name

But I still stand, I bear no shame

The wind has torn what I once knew

Left me bare, but somehow true

No banner raised, no crowd to cheer

Just one last breath, and then—no fear

I rise without a sound

No trumpets shake the ground

No glory burned in gold

Just stories never told

With every scar I’ve found

I rise

Without a sound

The night was long, the path unclear

Each step a weight, each thought a spear

But even when my voice was gone

The silence pulled me further on

So carve my name not in the stone

But in the air I walked alone

I rise without a sound

No trumpets shake the ground

No glory burned in gold

Just stories never told

With every scar I’ve found

I rise

Without a sound

Let thunder fall behind my back

I walk where light forgets the track

Not born to win, not built to shine—

But made to last beyond the line

I rise without a sound

But mountains feel the bound

No need for anyone to see—

This fire burns inside of me

No crown, no throne, no crowd—

Still I rise

Without

A sound