“Right now, someone is fighting just to survive.
Waiting to be saved won’t change anything.”
— The news anchor’s voice still echoes in my head.
Raise your blade — another day stolen again
This war zone’s wired straight through my brain
Don’t know where the next shot's coming from
Is this my country… or just my collapse?
Still I fight. I fight.
He was just seventeen,
Quiet kid with music in his headphones
Always laughed at my dumb jokes
But I knew he was hurting inside
Took one pill — just to sleep,
But that pill was laced with fentanyl
They found him in his room,
Still holding the Bible his grandma gave
Too late for prayers that night
Too quiet, too cold, too final
I stood there frozen,
Wishing I could’ve said one more thing
I was next in line for the same goodbye
Running from my pain, hiding behind fake smiles
Posting “I’m fine” while falling apart
Hating myself for not saving him
“Why didn’t I text him back?”
“Why didn’t I knock that night?”
These questions haunt my sleep
My own voice became my executioner
I stopped looking in mirrors
Didn’t want to see the coward
Felt like I didn’t deserve life
When he never got a chance to grow old
But in that deepest dark
Where silence screamed the loudest
I felt a whisper,
Not from the world, but from heaven
"You are not alone."
"I never left you."
The same God that held him
Was now reaching for me too
I dropped the bottle,
Picked up the Word
And finally let the tears fall
Not as weakness — but as rebirth
I still carry scars
But now I carry light too
I fight with prayer, not pills
With grace, not guilt
They call faith foolish
But it taught me how to be strong
Strong enough to stay
Strong enough to forgive myself
The war isn’t over
But I don’t fight alone now
And when I see his name in my heart
I promise: I’ll live for both of us
Raise your blade — plant your flag on your pain
Even if you fall, don’t ever fade
You don’t have to be perfect
You just have to stay
Keep fighting, keep believing
This isn’t just your war
Keep walking, keep praying
You are loved, and so much more
“Let your battlefield become your story.”
“You’re still here — and that means hope lives on.”
“Right now, someone is fighting just to survive.
Waiting to be saved won’t change anything.”
— The news anchor’s voice still echoes in my head.
Raise your blade — another day stolen again
This war zone’s wired straight through my brain
Don’t know where the next shot's coming from
Is this my country… or just my collapse?
Still I fight. I fight.
He was just seventeen,
Quiet kid with music in his headphones
Always laughed at my dumb jokes
But I knew he was hurting inside
Took one pill — just to sleep,
But that pill was laced with fentanyl
They found him in his room,
Still holding the Bible his grandma gave
Too late for prayers that night
Too quiet, too cold, too final
I stood there frozen,
Wishing I could’ve said one more thing
I was next in line for the same goodbye
Running from my pain, hiding behind fake smiles
Posting “I’m fine” while falling apart
Hating myself for not saving him
“Why didn’t I text him back?”
“Why didn’t I knock that night?”
These questions haunt my sleep
My own voice became my executioner
I stopped looking in mirrors
Didn’t want to see the coward
Felt like I didn’t deserve life
When he never got a chance to grow old
But in that deepest dark
Where silence screamed the loudest
I felt a whisper,
Not from the world, but from heaven
"You are not alone."
"I never left you."
The same God that held him
Was now reaching for me too
I dropped the bottle,
Picked up the Word
And finally let the tears fall
Not as weakness — but as rebirth
I still carry scars
But now I carry light too
I fight with prayer, not pills
With grace, not guilt
They call faith foolish
But it taught me how to be strong
Strong enough to stay
Strong enough to forgive myself
The war isn’t over
But I don’t fight alone now
And when I see his name in my heart
I promise: I’ll live for both of us
Raise your blade — plant your flag on your pain
Even if you fall, don’t ever fade
You don’t have to be perfect
You just have to stay
Keep fighting, keep believing
This isn’t just your war
Keep walking, keep praying
You are loved, and so much more
“Let your battlefield become your story.”
“You’re still here — and that means hope lives on.”
“Right now, someone is fighting just to survive.
Waiting to be saved won’t change anything.”
— The news anchor’s voice still echoes in my head.
Raise your blade — another day stolen again
This war zone’s wired straight through my brain
Don’t know where the next shot's coming from
Is this my country… or just my collapse?
Still I fight. I fight.
He was just seventeen,
Quiet kid with music in his headphones
Always laughed at my dumb jokes
But I knew he was hurting inside
Took one pill — just to sleep,
But that pill was laced with fentanyl
They found him in his room,
Still holding the Bible his grandma gave
Too late for prayers that night
Too quiet, too cold, too final
I stood there frozen,
Wishing I could’ve said one more thing
I was next in line for the same goodbye
Running from my pain, hiding behind fake smiles
Posting “I’m fine” while falling apart
Hating myself for not saving him
“Why didn’t I text him back?”
“Why didn’t I knock that night?”
These questions haunt my sleep
My own voice became my executioner
I stopped looking in mirrors
Didn’t want to see the coward
Felt like I didn’t deserve life
When he never got a chance to grow old
But in that deepest dark
Where silence screamed the loudest
I felt a whisper,
Not from the world, but from heaven
"You are not alone."
"I never left you."
The same God that held him
Was now reaching for me too
I dropped the bottle,
Picked up the Word
And finally let the tears fall
Not as weakness — but as rebirth
I still carry scars
But now I carry light too
I fight with prayer, not pills
With grace, not guilt
They call faith foolish
But it taught me how to be strong
Strong enough to stay
Strong enough to forgive myself
The war isn’t over
But I don’t fight alone now
And when I see his name in my heart
I promise: I’ll live for both of us
Raise your blade — plant your flag on your pain
Even if you fall, don’t ever fade
You don’t have to be perfect
You just have to stay
Keep fighting, keep believing
This isn’t just your war
Keep walking, keep praying
You are loved, and so much more
“Let your battlefield become your story.”
“You’re still here — and that means hope lives on.”