[Verse] Steel bones hum beneath my back, Sunrise paints the rust in gold. Words like sparks on iron tracks, Every line a story told. Tires turn, the wheels won’t stop, But this pen’s my kind of freight. Climbing out of silence, Now my voice is weightless, weightless, Weightless, oh. [Pre-Chorus] No map, no ticket, just a thought and a beat, Every bar I write, a leap from the street. Creak of the rails, rhythm in the air, I’m the spark that lit the fire right there. [Chorus] Echoes rise, I’m rising too, From the shadow of the train I’m breaking through. Every word a freight of truth, I’m writing my name in daylight, no proof— I’m the load, I’m the line, I’m the light, I’m the freight yard’s anthem in the dawn’s first flight. Echoes rise, I’m rising too, I’m the one who made the silence move. [Verse] Rain-streaked glass, I trace my name, Etched in time like I belong. This boxcar’s mine—no need to claim, Every line’s a song that's strong. Past the gates, the world’s a blur, But my mind’s a train in motion. Grit in my throat, fire in my blood, I wrote my future on this old, cold wood. [Pre-Chorus] No map, no ticket, just a thought and a beat, Every bar I write, a leap from the street. Creak of the rails, rhythm in the air, I’m the spark that lit the fire right there. [Chorus] Echoes rise, I’m rising too, From the shadow of the train I’m breaking through. Every word a freight of truth, I’m writing my name in daylight, no proof— I’m the load, I’m the line, I’m the light, I’m the freight yard’s anthem in the dawn’s first flight. Echoes rise, I’m rising too, I’m the one who made the silence move. [Bridge] They said the rails don’t sing for me, But I'm the melody the night forgot. Every verse a freight train on the rise, Moving slow… but never stop. I’m the one who broke the chain, And turned the metal into rain. Now the whole world hears my name— Not just echoes… but a flame. [Chorus] Echoes rise, I’m rising too, From the shadow of the train I’m breaking through. Every word a freight of truth, I’m writing my name in daylight, no proof— I’m the load, I’m the line, I’m the light, I’m the freight yard’s anthem in the dawn’s first flight. Echoes rise, I’m rising too, I’m the one who made the silence move. [Outro] Rise… Echoes rise… I’m rising… Move… No more freight… just flight.