Child

Verse 1
You lived beneath, where daylight never grows,
A child of dust in hand-me-down despair.
Forgotten like a poem left in prose,
With bruises blooming where love wasn't there.
Your knees were maps of lands no one should tread,
Your ribs, like prison bars around your breath.
You held your silence like a crown of lead,
Too tired to scream, too furious for death.

Verse 2
You saw the faces carved in shattered glass,
They laughed like ghosts behind your silent scream.
I closed the door and let the moment pass —
You learned to suffer quietly in dreams.
I called it timing, called it being strong,
But I was gone while you were breaking slow.
And still, you clung to hope that felt so wrong,
Like snow that burns beneath a fire's glow.

Chorus
Look at me — just once, I swear I'm real.
I'm not a shadow here to haunt your sky.
I'll never leave again, I’ve come to heal,
I'll be the warmth when all the nights run dry.
You don’t have to trust me now or ever,
But if you do, I’ll never let you fall.
Your silence echoes louder than a scream,
But I am here — please, look at me at all.

Verse 3
You built your walls with fury, brick and rust,
And dressed your wounds in thorns to feel alive.
You knew that love was something you can’t trust,
But still you waited, still you tried to survive.
I wasn't there — I drowned your distant cries,
Too scared of truth, too numb to face your name.
But now I’m here, beneath the shattered skies,
And I’m not asking you to feel the same.

Verse 4
You don’t believe me — I don’t blame you now.
I left you there with shadows and with shame.
But if you let me sit with you somehow,
No words, no lies, no promises to name…
I’ll hold the silence with you in the dirt,
I won’t explain, won’t try to make it clean.
I’ll just be here — a witness to your hurt,
If that's enough for what we’ve never been.

Chorus
Look at me — not like I’m here to fix
The ruins that I let collapse and burn.
I’m not a savior, I’m not made of tricks,
Just someone trying hard to unlearn.
You don’t owe me peace or understanding,
But if you crack the door and let me see —
I’ll stand beneath your storm, unwavering,
And maybe build a place where you can breathe.

Verse 5
You’re the flame, and I’m the heavy air.
You’re the wound, and I’m the shaking hand.
You’re the prayer said in a smoky flare,
I’m just the wind that wants to help you stand.
You were the tree that weathered every flood,
You were the howl beneath the painted sky.
I won’t ask you to forget the blood —
But I’ll be here when you’re too tired to cry.

Chorus
Look at me — I’m not afraid to break,
I’ve come to stay inside the storm you are.
You were the one they told me not to take,
But you’re the reason I still breathe this far.
I’m not scared if you never forgive me,
I’m scared you’ll fade and never make a sound.
But if you give me just one shattered window,
I’ll crawl through it to meet you underground.