Lines ín the sand

(Verse 1)
We were kids with paper crowns,
Running wild through broken towns.
Now the mirrors show a different face—
Older eyes, a faster pace.

We watched the world draw battle lines,
Taught to bow, not question why.
But I won’t wear a silence chain,
I’ve grown too loud to hide the flame.

(Pre-Chorus)
I’ve got scars they’ll never see,
But they built the realest parts of me.

(Chorus)
This is not a phase, not just a page—
It’s fire in my chest and I won’t cage the rage.
I’m not a shadow of what you planned,
I’m carving truth with my own hands.
Growing up is taking stand,
Drawing lines in shifting sand.

(Verse 2)
They told me, “Grow up, play it safe,”
But safety’s just another grave.
You chase a dream, they call it wrong—
But I’ve been stubborn all along.

No white-picket fairy tale,
Just grit and hope that sometimes fails.
But in the wreckage, I still find
Pieces of a better mind.

(Pre-Chorus)
I’ve got doubts, but I won’t kneel,
What’s broken still can learn to feel.

(Chorus)
This is not a phase, not just a page—
It’s fire in my chest and I won’t cage the rage.
I’m not a shadow of what you planned,
I’m carving truth with my own hands.
Growing up is taking stand,
Drawing lines in shifting sand.

(Bridge – soft to loud)
Every “no” became a spark,
Every night alone, a mark.
But I am here, and I am real—
A rising tide you cannot steal.

(Final Chorus)
This is not a phase, not just a page—
It’s fire in my chest and I won’t cage the rage.
I’m not a shadow of what you planned,
I’m carving truth with my own hands.
Growing up is not the end—
It’s the fight to live again.

(Outro)
Draw the line, make it stand—
This is where I take command.