War-Born Daughters

[Verse 1]
Silver cups on a stone cold table
Names carved deep in a language of blame
We learned chess on a bloodstained cradle
Every move praised
Never our names
Armor first
Then a crooked halo
“Pick a side” was a lullaby
We grew tall in our parents’ shadows
Sharp as spears
Too scared to cry
[Chorus]
We were war-born daughters
Sons of thunder
Not made for holding hands in the rain
Only crowns
Only maps
Only numbers
Just a scorecard hiding our pain
If I fall
They’ll call it honor
But I’m tired of dying to prove I’m theirs
We’re the unloved heirs to the altar
Demigods used and broken in their prayers
[Verse 2]
Blessed with storms
With a hunter’s vision
Cursed with hearts they refused to see
Every hug had a cold condition
Every “bravo” chained to a decree
We drew lines in the dust like borders
Turned our scars into crooked flags
They wrote tales of our perfect slaughter
Never asked
What we never had
[Chorus]
We were war-born daughters
Sons of thunder
Not made for holding hands in the rain
Only crowns
Only maps
Only numbers
Just a scorecard hiding our pain
If I fall
They’ll call it honor
But I’m tired of dying to prove I’m theirs
We’re the unloved heirs to the altar
Demigods used and broken in their prayers
[Bridge]
What if I walk off this battlefield
Drop my blade in the river
Let it rust away
If destiny’s just a gilded cage
I’ll break every bar
Every prophecy page (hey)
[Chorus]
We were war-born daughters
Sons of thunder
But I’m done being written as a wound
I want nights full of quiet wonder
Not a name on a marble tomb
If I fall
Let it be for myself now
Not a god who forgets my face
We’re the unloved heirs
Who are learning somehow
To turn their battleground into our place

pop, Emo-pop with female vocals over saturated guitars and filtered synth pads, midtempo groove. Intimate, close-mic verses on palm-muted chords; chorus explodes with wide distorted stacks, marching toms, and gang shouts. Bridge strips to vocal + sparse piano before a final, raw full-band hit., emo