I woke in a world that never knew my name, Feathers made of shadows, burning where they lay. Someone whispered “monster,” before I learned to breathe, A weapon dressed in human skin, afraid of what I’d be. He fed me fear and painted it as truth, Held my hollow memory like proof… But the darkness in my bones kept calling, Calling me back to you. ’Cause I’m a little shadow with broken wings, A Fury without a past or the heart to scream. Tell me why I see your face in every piece of me— If I wasn’t made for love, why do I remember it bleeding? I bound your hands with the chains he drew, Thinking I was justice, breaking pieces of you. Your silence was a mirror I was terrified to hold, A child carved from vengeance with a heart too soft for cold. He told me who to fear, who to obey, But your voice broke through— “You don’t have to be what they made you be.” And the truth cut me in two. ’Cause I’m a little shadow with broken wings, A Fury without a past or the heart to scream. Tell me why I feel your light even when I’m falling— If I wasn’t made for love, why do I hear your voice calling? (whisper) I’m sorry for the chains, for the night I dragged you down… I didn’t know your name was carved inside my crown. (scream/rasp) I’m not his weapon— I’m not his ghost— I’m more than what the sun god feared the most! I’m just a little shadow with rising wings, A Fury finding truth in the scars beneath. You held the part of me I didn’t know was missing— If I wasn’t made for love, why do I finally feel it living?
