Verse 1)
There was a boy with a fire in his eyes,
Laughing at sermons and holy disguise.
Sat in the back while the faithful prayed,
Questioning every word they’d say.
He mocked the walls and the stained-glass light,
The Sunday smiles dressed up so bright.
Saw too many judges wearing halos thin,
Preaching salvation while hiding sin.
(Pre-Chorus)
He wasn’t running from heaven above,
He was searching for truth, he was searching for love.
Because when all you see are masks and shame,
You start believing faith’s a hollow name.
(Chorus)
He was born to rebel, born to push away,
Against a system he saw decay.
Against the hands pointing blame each day,
While hiding darkness behind what they’d say.
A young heart drifting where the wild winds blow,
Trying to find what nobody knows.
Not against God—just against the lies,
Against false crowns and disguised eyes.
(Verse 2)
His heart and mind wandered restless roads,
Past sacred books and the stories told.
Searching religions, chasing signs,
Trying to find peace he couldn’t define.
But standing there like an iron frame,
Was a family man with a respected name.
Strong in the daylight, firm and proud,
A voice that carried through every crowd.
(Bridge)
But shadows hide where nobody sees,
Behind locked doors and family trees.
Because even the strongest men can wear a face,
While carrying storms they never erase.
(Final Chorus)
He was born to rebel, not to destroy,
Still just a searching, wounded boy.
Fighting hypocrisy day by day,
Trying to find if there’s another way.
And maybe truth ain’t black and white,
Maybe faith survives the night.
Maybe broken roads still lead somewhere,
Even through secrets nobody shares.
(Outro)
So the rebel son kept walking on…
Still chasing a truth he could call his own.
(Burning Prayers)
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