[Intro]
Ash in the air, chamber breathe slow
Walls full of wounds that collapse and glow
Cracked glass callin’ in a dead moon light
She walked in broken, came out with sight
[Hook]
Mara in the mirror, Maya in the mist
One said “feel the wound,” one said “it don’t exist”
Ash to the fire, fog to the flame
She lost who she was just to remember her name
[Verse 1]
She stood alone where the black walls breathed
Every scream she swallowed still lived underneath
Hands tremblin’, heavy with rage and grief
A thousand dead nights with no relief
She walked to the mirror, the whole room stilled
Saw Mara starin’ back with a warrior’s will
Eyes cut hollow, lips built mean
Heart full of armor where love should’ve been
Mara said, “I’m the fire your suffering made
I made you a fortress, a mask, a blade
I kept you alive when the world went cold
Without me, little girl, you’d have never grown old”
[Chorus]
Down in the dream where the old ghosts crawl
Half of her built just to survive it all
Half of her floating above the ache
One learned to fight, one learned to fake
She wanted freedom, she found the split
A soul in fragments inside the myth
[Verse 2]
Then Maya bloomed in the smoke behind
Silk in her voice, stars in her eyes
Soft like a lie that feels like peace
“I gave you dreams when you needed release
I made pain pretty, made ruin look clean
Turned your despair to a beautiful scene
I kept you above it, untouched, unreal
Cause truth was too sharp and the wound wouldn’t heal”
Then both turned toward her, spoke the same line:
“We never betrayed you. We bought you time.”
And the chamber broke open, memories burned
Every old version of her returned
Five years old, hiding under the screams
Fifteen, sedated, falling from dreams
Twenty, all rage with a fist full of night
Thirty, alone, askin’, “Why can’t I get right?”
[Hook]
Mara in the mirror, Maya in the mist
One said “feel the wound,” one said “it don’t exist”
Ash to the fire, fog to the flame
She lost who she was just to remember her name
[Verse 3 / Twist]
She fell to her knees, said, “I can’t be both
I can’t be the silence, the wound, and the ghost”
Then deeper than pain, deeper than disguise
Something inside her rose and replied:
“Witness.”
Time froze. Breath slowed.
The mirror flickered like a vein of gold.
If Mara was pain, and Maya was flight,
Then who was the one still holding the light?
Who watched them form?
Who stayed through the flame?
Who lived behind every face, every name?
Not the wound.
Not the mask.
Not the roles she became.
But the quiet awareness that never abandoned her name.
[Final Chorus]
Now Mara is fire and Maya is rain
Both of them holy when called by her name
Ash became soil, shadows could rest
The mirror turned clear in the center of her chest
She walked out whole from the ruins inside
Not Mara, not Maya—
but the one who survived
[Outro]
“I am the fire that purifies illusion
I am the dream that remembers the truth
I am the wisdom born from suffering.”
Ecksx
