Second voice

TRACK 2 — “Second Voice”

Boom‑bap. Cold. Focused. Talking to God.

HOOK (Aggressive, controlled)

I failed him — that’s the weight that I drag to Your throne,

But You forgave me — even when I couldn’t forgive my own.

Sixteen — and the echo still cuts to the bone,

I’m trying to trust the mercy You’ve already shown.

VERSE 1 (Long, dense, controlled intensity — talking to God)

God, I’m coming to You honest — no filters, no pride,

Just a kid who grew up carrying storms he kept inside.

I didn’t know how to pray back then, didn’t know how to speak,

Didn’t know that You were listening when my strength felt weak.

I was sixteen — and the guilt hit harder than truth,

Didn’t know how to separate the lie from the proof.

Didn’t know how to tell You I felt like I failed,

Didn’t know how to breathe under the weight I held.

I kept replaying the moment — like maybe if I rewound it enough,

I could change the outcome, rewrite the script, undo the stuff

That tore through my chest like a storm with no warning,

Didn’t know healing would take years, not just a single morning.

I tried to be strong — but strength ain’t silence,

And silence ain’t healing, it’s just internal violence.

I didn’t know that then — didn’t know how to speak on the ache,

Didn’t know how to tell myself it wasn’t my fault, that it wasn’t my mistake.

But You stepped in — not loud, not dramatic,

Just a whisper in the wreckage, cutting through the static.

“Son, you’re forgiven” — not in words, but in peace,

Not in thunder, but in the slow release

Of a burden I’d held like it was welded to my bones,

Didn’t know grace could reach places I thought were unknown.

HOOK (Aggressive, controlled)

I failed him — that’s the weight that I drag to Your throne,

But You forgave me — even when I couldn’t forgive my own.

Sixteen — and the echo still cuts to the bone,

I’m trying to trust the mercy You’ve already show