The Quiet Line

Created by warelock - Inspired by "The Untethered Path of the Self-Sovereign Individual" (https://noise.afobl.com/the-untethered-path-of-the-self-sovereign-individual/)

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“To sell your soul is the easiest thing in the world. It’s what everyone does every hour of his life. If I asked you to keep your soul—would you understand why that’s much harder?”

"You must learn not to be afraid of the world. Not to be held by its standards. Not to live for its praise. No matter how right you think your love is—what you feel for me—it must be yours and yours alone."

“I came here to say that I do not recognize anyone’s right to one minute of my life. Nor to any part of my energy. Nor to any achievement of mine. No matter who makes the claim, how large their number, or how great their need.”

-- Regarding "Howard Roark", The Fountainhead

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"The Quiet Line"

Verse 1:

I walk a road without a map,
No chorus crowd to lead me back.
No mask to wear, no easy lie,
Just stars above and questions why.
I’ve seen the games that people play,
The smiles that twist, then look away—
But I can’t move the way they do,
I'd vanish if I followed through.

Chorus 1:

So I walk the quiet line,
Between the hunger and the spine.
I feel the cold, I taste the fire,
But won’t dress truth in cheap desire.
If love won’t find me as I stand,
Then let me fall with open hands.
I’d rather ache than be untrue—
To this still soul I answer to.

Verse 2:

They say I’m hard, they call me proud,
For not bowing to the crowd.
But I have knelt, and I have bled,
For silent things I never said.
I’ve longed for hands to pull me in,
For eyes that see beneath the skin.
But not at cost of who I am—
I’d break before I wear the scam.

Chorus 2:
So I walk the quiet line,
Where light is thin but wholly mine.
I won't perform to be adored,
Or twist my truth to earn reward.
If I must starve to stay sincere,
Then let me bleed, but let me clear—
I’d rather lose than fake what’s true,
That’s just the oath I answer to.

Bridge:

Maybe someday someone will find
The beauty in this wired mind.
Not try to cage it, soften tone—
But sit beside me, fully known.

Final Chorus:

Till then I walk the quiet line,
This sacred thread, this stubborn spine.
Not for applause, or myth, or fame—
Just not to die beneath a name.
If love arrives, it must be free—
To choose the whole of what I be.
I’d rather ache and still be true,
Than vanish in what pleases you.

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NOTICE: A.I. tools were used during the creative process of this music video