[Verse 1]
He was born in an apartment where the devil would sleep,
Where the walls held secrets too heavy to keep.
Emotions like a river run dry,
Watched his mom cry in the dead of the night.
His dad’s voice roared like a train off the track,
Fists full of thunder, no way to fight back.
But the boy stood tall, shook off the fear,
Swore he’d shield her from pain, wipe away every tear.
Too young to win, too stubborn to back down,
He'd be a punching bag until the devil left town.
[Pre-Chorus]
The wind was still, and the heavens they cried,
For a boy who jumped, but never learned how to fly.
He stood in the storm, till the storm was his home,
And he wandered forever, where the lost boys roam.
[Chorus]
Oh, he was just a kid in the storm, with no shield of his own,
Carrying the weight of a broken throne.
He gave all his heart, left himself all alone,
The kid who stood guard, of a broken home.
A broken home.
[Verse 2]
The years rolled on like a river of stone,
A sister was born, and he wasn’t alone.
A little girl with her ribbons and fears,
He dried her soft face from the flood of her tears.
When daddy’d come ragin’, his bottle in hand,
The boy took a stand,
“Sister, don’t look, just hide in my shade,”
He’d sing her to sleep while the devil got his drink.
He stood in the storm, though it broke him in two,
Guardin’ the ones who never knew what he knew.
Now he walks through the valleys where the wildflowers fade,
A ghost in the sunlight, a shadow in the shade.
[Pre-Chorus]
The wind was still, and the heavens they cried,
For a boy who jumped, but never learned how to fly.
He stood in the storm, till the storm was his home,
And he wandered forever, where the lost boys roam.
[Chorus]
Oh, he was just a kid in the storm, with no shield of his own,
Carrying the weight of a broken throne.
He gave all his heart, left himself all alone,
The kid who stood guard, of a broken home.
A broken home.
[Bridge]
Now he's weathered, and his shadow’s grown thin,
A man with no armor, just the boy deep within.
He don’t ask for pity, don’t know how to plead,
His heart’s still a garden, though it’s choked with old weeds.
If you see him pass by, with his eyes to the ground,
Know he carried a world without making a sound.
The boy who protected, but never was saved.
[Chorus]
Oh, he was just a kid in the storm, with no shield of his own,
Carrying the weight of a broken throne.
He gave all his heart, left himself all alone,
The kid who stood guard, of a broken home.
A broken home.
[Outro]
And he wandered forever, where the lost boys roam.
Where the lost boys roam...
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