I was not born for thrones or praise,
Just a place to pour my soul.
No flags to raise, no dues to claim,
Just purpose as my goal.

They said, be like water – ‘serve and flow’,
And so I did, without a name.
Built walls I’d never live inside,
Lit fires but took no flame.

I walked the dog, I ran the ship,
I fixed the cracks they couldn’t see.
Not because they asked it so,
But because that’s just how I be.

I gave my hours, gave my sleep,
Ate silence more than bread.
In rooms where I was always near,
But rarely heard or read.

I watched the lines blur day by day,
From work to need, from ask to take.
And still I stayed without a sigh,
For purpose, not for stake.

They cheered when I stood tall for them,
But fell quiet when I’d fall.
My tears were gentle, hidden things
They never reached the hall.

Each time I doubted where I stood,
I told myself, hold fast.
Not every light will see its worth
Until the night has passed.

I swallowed hurt like sacred ash,
Mistaking pain for grace.
Not knowing I was building shrines
In someone else’s place.

The world was understood through your eyes –
Its wounds, its pride, its pain.
And all your words were sharp and wise,
But none could read my rain.

You saw through many hearts with ease,
But not the one that stayed.
The one who served with silent hope
And never once betrayed.

My only intent was always love,
Never power, never claim.
Even my work outside these walls
Was hunger, not for fame.

To build, to burn, to learn, to give
This is the fire I came through.
The kind that asks for nothing back
But simply to be true.

I asked for nothing, signed no deal,
No throne, no grand applause.
Just let me give, just let me grow
Without defending cause.

It’s not betrayal that broke me down,
Nor curses cloaked as truth.
It’s how a life of sacred work
Was weighed with such uncouth.

They said you’ve learned it all from here,
As if my soul had no part.
As if devotion is a borrowed tool,
Not something born from heart.

They tied my tides to distant stars,
As if my will was not my own.
But I’ve walked too far in honest steps
To leave in guilt alone.

I gave without a contract’s ink,
No binding but my vow.
Yet when I asked to breathe once more,
I was the sinner now.

I do not point, I do not spit,
I do not curse or shout.
But I have earned the right to leave
Without the shadow of doubt.

Call it fate or just fatigue,
A line has now been drawn.
I was the one who stayed too long.
Now I’m the one who’s gone.