Buried the child

I buried the child inside my soul,

Killed the light just to stay in control.

In a world so cold, you don’t get to be free,

You become what you hate, just to learn how to breathe.

Used to dream with wide eyes, building castles in the sky,

Now it’s broken glass and ashes every time I close my mind.

I was gentle once, I was reaching for the sun,

But the fire burned my fingers, now that boy is gone.

I built walls out of rage, armored hope with despair,

Turned my laughter into silence, ‘cause no one would care.

This world taught me pain is the only thing real,

So I sharpened my heart just to learn how to feel.

I buried the child inside my soul,

Killed the light just to stay in control.

In a world so cold, you don’t get to be free,

You become what you hate, just to learn how to breathe.

See the mirror every night, there’s a stranger staring back,

No crayons, no colors, just a face dressed in black.

I traded innocence for armor, traded dreams for a blade,

Now I walk through the shadows of the man I’ve made.

They told me “grow up” but they meant “turn to stone,”

And I obeyed ‘cause it’s safer being cold and alone.

But deep inside the coffin of the boy that I killed,

There’s a whisper of a name that the man can’t rebuild.

Do you hear him?

He’s still knocking from the grave.

But I learned the hard way

That kindness won’t be saved.

I buried the child inside my soul,

Killed the light just to stay in control.

In a world so cold, you don’t get to be free,

You become what you hate, just to learn how to breathe.