The Weight of Light

[Intro – Spoken, ambient echoes behind voice]

 

They talk about the come-up like it’s all glory…

But nobody talks about the weight.

Of being the one who made it out.

Of being the light in a room full of shadows.

This ain't just pressure —

This is the weight of light.

 

[Verse 1]

 

I was built in the dark, now I glow on sight,

But this shine got shadows that don’t sleep at night.

They see the wins, not the wounds I hide,

See the crown, not the cross that I wear inside.

Fame got a cost, and it ain’t just wealth,

It’s the weight of the past you still carry yourself.

See, I made it — yeah, but the climb ain't done,

‘Cause the light don’t heal — it just shows where you from.

 

[Chorus]

 

This is the weight of light —

A shine they chase but can't survive.

I wear it like armor, but it cuts inside.

The glow looks good, but it burns too bright,

Still I walk through the fire ‘cause I earned this fight.

Can’t dim what I am, can’t fake this flame,

But the brighter I get, the more I carry the pain.

No fear, no flight — just fire, just fight —

This is legacy lit… this is the weight of light.

 

[Verse 2]

 

I ain’t ask for the crown, but I bled for the role,

Held the line when the silence tried to swallow me whole.

They say “you inspire,” but forget I’m still healing,

Smile on stage while my soul keeps peeling.

This fame ain’t freedom — it’s a glass box cage,

Where the world sees strength but don’t read the page.

Still I stand, still I speak, still I carry the name —

DiamonD‑D3Z, through the pressure, through pain.

 

[Bridge – melodic/sung softly]

 

The higher I rise, the colder it feels,

But I still keep climbing — ‘cause the purpose is real.

Let the light weigh heavy, let the cost be steep,

If it helps one soul, I can lose some sleep.

 

[Final Chorus – stripped, then full power]

 

This is the weight of light —

Not a crown you chase, it’s a fire you fight.

I wear it like truth, through the darkest night.

Let the world keep watch, let the critics write,

I ain’t break, I became — now I burn too bright.

This ain’t for the fame, this is soul and sight —

I survived the dark… now I carry the light.

 

[Outro – Spoken, fading]

 

This was never about being seen.

It was about being known…

By myself.

Part Seven complete.

The light was never the end.

It was the next beginning.