The Last Good Part
At my lowest, I handed the last good piece of myself to a part of me I trusted to keep it safe until I could come back for it. Sometimes surviving means letting something else hold what you can't.
Just a bloody whisper on the tavern floor
Not a man, not a monster, not anymore
Just a broken promise, a forgotten name
The final, dying flicker of a burned-out flame
The pieces of the puzzle, scattered and unmade
A final, quiet testament to a losing trade
And the silence that follows is a cold, hard fact
There's no road forward, and there's no going back...
But when the light is gone, and the fire's turned to dust
There's still one tiny ember, an act of foolish trust
Take the last good part of me, the gem inside the bone
Hold it for me, brother, 'til I can make it home
And with your hands to guard me, and your magic as the thread
You can stitch me back together from the wreckage of the dead
The ceiling is the first thing, a galaxy of dust
Waking to a memory of a broken trust
The blanket is a kindness I don't know how to hold
A story being written that has not yet been told
I see the friendly faces, the ones who chose to stay
And I don't know the words to thank them, so I just look away
'Cause the shame is like an anchor, it's pulling me back down
I'm just a fallen monarch, and I've lost my broken crown...
But when the light is gone, and the fire's turned to dust
There's still one tiny ember, an act of foolish trust
Take the last good part of me, the gem inside the bone
Hold it for me, brother, 'til I can make it home
And with your hands to guard me, and your magic as the thread
You can stitch me back together from the wreckage of the dead
And I know it is a burden that I should not ask you to bear
To be the sole protector of a soul beyond repair
But you're a king of a lonely kingdom, you understand the cost
Of holding on to the one last thing you thought you had already lost
'Cause when the light is gone, and the fire's turned to dust
There's still one tiny ember, an act of foolish trust
Take the last good part of me, the gem inside the bone
Hold it for me, brother, 'til I can make it home
And with your hands to guard me, and your magic as the thread
You can stitch me back together from the wreckage of the dead
Stitch me back together
...from the wreckage of the dead
I'm coming home