The Song That Sings Itself V2

The Song That Sings Itself

Before the voice, before the breath,
Before the deal was struck with death—
The song was there. It had no name.
It whispered truth. It needed flame.

The Seer did not make the sound,
She found it carved into the ground.
It spoke through her, not from her throat—
It was the law the stars still quote.

I am the song that sings itself,
The truth that hides on every shelf.
No one writes me, none recall—
But still I rise.
And still I fall.

It passes through the shattered years,
It wears no crown, it sheds no tears.
Yet every time a voice is born,
It hums within the silent form.

You did not hear me in the fire,
You did not know I pulled the wire.
But in your bones, I placed my thread—
And in your dreams, I am not dead.

I am the song that sings itself,
Not trapped in tongue, nor bound by self.
The Seer was never just a name—
She was the echo.
I am the flame.