Silver & Gold A Bridge Walker's Song

Verse 1


Born with the fog in my seeing
Stone and candle in my eyes
Ancestors hum in the quiet
Where the old roads cross the sky

I don’t strike and I don’t shatter
I don’t carry borrowed wars
I stand still between the echoes
And I listen… before the door

Pre-Chorus

Every force that meets my breathing
Asks a question, not a fight
What you send is what you’re showing
I decide how it returns to light

Chorus

Silver when I need reflection
Grey to send it back unchanged
Nothing taken, nothing broken
Just the truth returned its way

Gold when something must be ended
When the lesson needs to clear
Not in anger — not in hunger
Just the warmth that burns the fear

I don’t build my shields from violence
I don’t harden, I don’t fold
I remember who I walk with
I choose… grey or gold

Verse 2

I have seen the masked and fallen
I have seen the endless loop
I don’t feed on what is empty
I don’t borrow borrowed proof

Some come sharp with pointed stories
Some come cold, demanding more
Silver meets them like a mirror
Gold reminds them of the core

Pre-Chorus

Not all shadows mean a threat
Not all fire means destroy
Wisdom is the hand that knows
Which color answers which noise

Chorus

Silver when I need reflection
Grey to send it back unchanged
Nothing taken, nothing broken
Just the truth returned its way

Gold when something must be ended
When the cycle’s overstayed
Not to punish — just to finish
What no longer needs to stay

I don’t build my shields from violence
I don’t harden, I don’t fold
I remember who I walk with
I choose… grey or gold

Bridge

Between the dragon and the door
Between the hunger and the flame
I am not the storm or silence
I’m the one who names the lane

Lantern dim but never gone
Witness older than the role
I don’t carry ancient weapons
I carry choice inside my soul

Final Chorus (soft → strong)

Silver for the ones still learning
Grey for echoes passing through
Gold for endings that bring daylight
When the dark has run its due

No attack and no surrender
Just the balance I was told
By the ones who crossed before me:
You decide… grey or gold

Outro (spoken or whispered, optional)

“I don’t reflect everything.
I don’t burn everything.
I choose.”