VERSE 1
Boy, you carried storms that should’ve split you in two, but every scar on your skin was a map back to truth. You were drownin in silence with no place to land, holdin pain in your chest like a stone in your hand. You were walkin through fire with your eyes to the floor, thinkin every small failure meant you’d fail even more. You were beggin for comfort in a world built of steel, tryin hard to stay numb when you needed to feel. Nights colder than bone, days heavy as lead, thoughts louder than thunder inside of your head. You were searchin for someone to tell you you’d last, but the only voice speakin was the echo of past. Still you kept on breathin though you didn’t know why, kept your feet on the ground when you wanted to die. And the strength that you carried wasn’t somethin you planned, it was born from the weight that you held in your hands.
HOOK
There’s a trace of a man in the boy that you were, in the pain that you carried, in the truth that you blurred. But you rose from the ashes with dirt on your hands, now you’re livin the life that the boy never planned. Every bruise, every break, every tear that you hid, built the spine of the man who survived what you did.
VERSE 2
You were holdin your breath just to make it through days, learnin how to keep walkin through a world set ablaze. You were carryin burdens that weren’t meant for a kid, takin blame for the things that you never once did. You were learnin to swallow what you needed to say, thinkin silence was safer than speakin your way. You were buildin your armor from the hurt you endured, thinkin love was a battle you’d never secure. But the fire didn’t take you, it tempered your steel, turned the numb into wisdom, turned the hurt into feel. And the man that you are owes a debt to that kid, for the nights he survived, for the things that he hid. He was breakin in places no one else ever saw, but he held himself together with the smallest of awe. And the trace of his courage still beats in your chest, he was broken and tired but he gave you his best. You’re the proof that he mattered, that his fight wasn’t vain, that the boy who was dyin became the man who remains.
HOOK
There’s a trace of a man in the boy that you were, in the pain that you carried, in the truth that you blurred. But you rose from the ashes with dirt on your hands, now you’re livin the life that the boy never planned. Every bruise, every break, every tear that you hid, built the spine of the man who survived what you did.
BRIDGE
If you could see him now, he’d finally understand, he was never a burden, he was buildin a man. Every night that he trembled, every tear that he shed, was a brick in the foundation of the life you now tread. He wasn’t weak, he was wounded, he wasn’t lost, he was learnin the value of life at a cost. And the man that you’ve grown into carries his flame, keeps his memory alive without speakin his name…
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