Verse 1 Two women laid their stories down Like broken glass across the room But I carried silence like a fragile birth stone Afraid I’d never earned a single wound They wrote with blood, I wrote with questions I chased for the blood of ghosts I’d never known And wondered if my angelic childhood Had left me a life a hollowed womb Pre-Chorus How do you sing about life’s fire that has never been a churned or burned? Can a heart full of happy echoes Sing of a hurt that has never been a lived or a burned? Chorus I had army men that melted Dreams that plastic couldn’t save Sold my childhood door to door Just to buy expectations that never came Maybe every soul gets branded Not by bullets, not by blames shame Sometimes all it takes to mark you Are seared expectations… ⸻ Verse 2 Dad said money grows on no trees Earn your wanting, earn your keep So I marched door to door to every neighbor Hope reflected in my child’s eyes When the package hit the carpet floor Something cracked before the toy Little soldiers not of rubbery plastic Killed in me a little piece of angelic joy Pre-Chorus That was my first lesson learned That pictures sometimes tell a lie That trust is cheaper than replacing What gets broken deep inside ⸻ Chorus I had army men that melted Dreams that plastic couldn’t save Sold my childhood door to door Just to buy what never came Maybe every soul gets branded Not by bullets, not by shame Sometimes all it takes to mark you Are seared expectations… ⸻ Bridge Maybe empathy’s a mirror Maybe mirrors still reflect Maybe borrowed tears are real enough To leave a writers life tooled imperfect Maybe writers aren’t just survivors Maybe seekers have a place Maybe curiosity’s another Kind of scar we never trace ⸻ Final Chorus I had army men that melted Faith that bent but didn’t break Every life collects its bruises Some you earn, some you bake Now I know that every story Doesn’t need a crown of pain Sometimes all that’s left to temper Are seared expectations And every child grows up believing Life will look just like our imagined pages Then the world delivers something else… Seared expectations.
