Final Hour

Run. Clock strikes twelve, streets hold their Breath. Every shadow’s a memory, every light feels Death. I’ve walked through the fire, I’ve drowned in The rain. Carved my name on the walls made Of blood and pain. Every scar on my skin Is a chapter I own. Every bone that I buried built the man I’ve Grown. They prayed for my fall, but I stood In the flame. Turned my wounds into weapons, my Loss into aim. This is the final hour, no fear, No shame. Every step that I take, I’m engraving my name. If the sky falls down, Let it bury my fight. Final hour, I’m the shadow in the light. I’ve seen kings turn to thieves, seen saints become Liars. Watched hope turn to smoke on the streets Of desire. But I never bent knees to the Weight of the world. Kept my hands on the Truth even when it burned. Now the night calls my name with a voice So deep. Like the graves of my past where The secrets sleep. But I walk with the storm, With the wind in my chest. If this is my last breath, let it die In protest. This is the final hour, No fear, no shame. Every step that I take, I’m engraving my name. If the sky falls down, Let it bury my fight. Final hour, I’m the shadow in the light. No requiem for the sinner, no hymns for the Brave. We write our own truth on the edge Of the grave. If time runs out, I’ll still Stand tall. Better die on my feet than to Never live at all. This is the final hour, no fear, No shame. Every step that I take, I’m engraving my name. If the sky falls down, let it bury my Fight. Final hour, I’m the shadow in the light. And when the lights fade out, You’ll remember my sound. Not a king, not a god, Just a man unbound.