I see the world through fractured light,
Where justice begs beneath the weight,
And silence feeds the lion's bite,
While good men turn their eyes too late.

I feel the urge to take the flame,
To burn away what should not be,
Not for glory, not for fame,
But for the ones who cannot see.

If change must come and no one stands,
Then I will rise, with shaking hands—
Though power bends, and giants fall,
I'd give my breath to heal it all.

Let it cost me—let me break,
If breaking builds what fear forsakes.
Let my name be washed away,
If brighter lives can bloom one day.

I don't need thrones or thanks or gold—
Just truth, and courage, brave and bold.
And when I'm gone, if good remains,
Then let me vanish with my chains.