I learned to live in heavy shade
In veils of silence, soft and cold
A flower pressed by war’s cruel weight
Preserved, but never free to unfold
A searing mark upon my skin
Their unity carved out of fear
A mouse beneath a serpent’s grin
Breathing like death was always near
I’m afraid
If I let myself grow
I’ll turn into something
They fear
That light
Breaking out through my bones
Will leave the whole world
Scarred here
Light on my skin
Fire within
If I am the storm
Don’t let me give in
He dragged me to the undertow
Not to a pond that soothes the flame
But to a current strong and slow
That strips your layers, remakes your name
He tore away what I had been
Until I burned a steady fire
I felt the current on my skin
Two voices rising ever higher
One whispered, Hold it
One screamed, Release
And all the world stood still, uneased
There’s a rift that rules inside
There’s temptation in its cry
If I am the fault between two worlds
Which one deserves to survive
I’m afraid
If I let myself grow
I’ll turn into something
They fear
That light
Breaking out through my bones
Will leave the whole world
Scarred here
Light on my skin
Fire within
If I am the storm
Don’t let me give in
