Above the clouds, the stone still bleeds
A wound where branches once touched the skies
No roots now, just jagged bones
A giant felled, yet not by men

This isn't hope, it isn't rage
Just mist and shale and brittle light
The ghosts up here don't whisper much
They only watch me get it right
They don't demand I understand
Just that I walk and never turn
I wasn't shaped for cheers or praise
Just for the endless fall that pulls me down

The wind remembers what we lost
It claws my face like ancient grief
I climb to silence all below
To earn a death that speaks belief

This isn't hope, it isn't rage
Just mist and shale and brittle light
The ghosts up here don't whisper much
They only watch me get it right

Let me break where legends broke
Above the line where eagles choke

Beneath me lies no soft farewell
Just final flight from mortal plight
Let me fall through timeless haze
From Wazaká's last rootless base

Beneath me lies no soft farewell
Just final flight from mortal plight
Let me fall through timeless haze
From Wazaká's last rootless base

I see no gods upon this peak
Just fossil trees and wind too still
The sky pretends to be a gate
A lie I need, a lie that frees
I cast no shadow on this stone
For I became what can't descend
A soul unfit for dusk or dawn
This leap shall seal my silent end forever