Weight of Meaning (Metal)

Weight of Meaning (Metal) - HotPotMusic

Born into cold without a call,
Scraped through walls too sharp to crawl.
No map carved in the bones I bear,
Just marks from time that doesn’t care.

I learned through silence,
What breaks doesn't ask.
Truth isn't handed,
It lives in the cracks.

I carry the weight of meaning,
Through every breath, I bleed it.
Torn by days that won't relent,
Still, I move with no regret.
Not born for ease or glory,
But I write my own worn story.

Bled through jobs that stripped me thin,
Swallowed loss, rebuilt within.
No gods answered when I called,
So I became my own resolve.

Held by failure,
Not ashamed.
Every scar
Knows my name.

I carry the weight of meaning,
Through every breath, I bleed it.
Torn by days that won't relent,
Still, I move with no regret.
Not born for ease or glory,
But I write my own worn story.

Purpose isn’t gifted.
It’s forged in loss.
Not a path—
But a cross.

Cold rain taught what warmth can’t teach,
Purpose grows beyond our reach.
It’s not in gold, or final peace,
But in the climb that never ceased.

Hands once numb now shape the clay,
Built from grief, but won’t decay.
Not born to serve or be defined,
I grind truth from what I find.

I carry the weight of meaning,
Through every breath, I bleed it.
Torn by days that won't relent,
Still, I move with no regret.
Not born for ease or glory,
But I write my own worn story.

Silence grows where crowds once screamed,
I walk alone through broken dreams.
The world took much, but never all—
I still rise through every fall.

I carry the weight of meaning,
Through every breath, I bleed it.
Torn by days that won't relent,
Still, I move with no regret.
Not born for ease or glory,
But I write my own worn story.
I write it loud—
No one owns me now.

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