

Prompt / Lyrics
They cut our hair, my name was banned, The tongue I spoke they would not stand. A voice once proud turned whisper small, My spirit cracked behind that wall. They made us kneel on hardwood floors, They kept us there behind locked doors. The hours passed with endless ache, But still our souls refused to break. An ounce of love, a ton of hate, Our hearts still mourn, though years and late. A lot of tears were shed in pain, Those nightmares walk through memory’s rain. They lined us up, our heads bowed low, We braced for hits we’d come to know. No reason came, no word, no grace, Just anger carved on every face. Darkness of night became my friend, I asked myself when would this end? Each morning came, the pain was near, Yet hope held on through every fear. An ounce of love, a ton of hate, Our hearts still mourn, though years and late. A lot of tears were shed in pain, Those nightmares walk through memory’s rain. The graves were small, the markers few, The wind still whispers what we knew. Our friends got sick, then passed away, Their names we keep but dare not say. One act of kindness was displayed, I spoke my tongue while softly prayed. The words felt warm inside my chest, For once my heart was given rest. An ounce of love, a ton of hate, Our hearts still mourn, though years and late. A lot of tears are shed in pain, Those nightmares walk through memory’s rain. An ounce of love, a ton of hate, Our hearts still mourn, though years and late. A lot of tears were shed in pain, Those nightmares walk through memory’s rain. A lot of tears were shed in pain, Those nightmares walk through memory’s rain.
Tags
pop‑rock with medium tempo, minor key, and classic rock guitars Female singers
4:34
No
4/11/2026