I walk the line with my fists clenched tight  
Storm in my chest but I wear it light  
Words cut deep but I bite my tongue  
Fire in my eyes, still I don’t run  
I'm made of silence and broken glass  
Burning inside but I let it pass  
Don’t test my calm, it’s not a gift  
It’s the weight of wars I didn’t lift  
Grace in the grind, I move through heat  
Royal in rage, I never retreat  
One breath away from letting go  
But pride says, “No — hold the show”  
I'm made of silence and broken glass  
Burning inside but I let it pass  
Don’t test my calm, it’s not a gift  
It’s the weight of wars I didn’t lift  
Strings tighten, drums collide  
This is how I hurt with pride  
You’ll never see the storm I tame  
But every glance recalls my flame