[Intro: Synth arpeggio building, gated snare enters] [Verse 1: Soft, storytelling] October night, the candy bags still warm We ran back home through the porch light storm Grandma pacing where the hallway bends Mama calling out for her mother's hands She whispered "Ma Ma" through the bedroom door Voice turned small like she'd never been before The midwife knocked and through that wild night You arrived in the black and orange light [Pre-Chorus: Building tension] Wrapped in midnight, joy untouched Brand new face we couldn't help but clutch They blocked the door, they held the weight The house went sacred, you changed its fate [Chorus: Full synth explosion, driving drums] Erika, Halloween child Born when the veil was running wild Erika, midnight's own Thick black river, you were never alone Erika, came through the door While we were counting candy on the floor Erika, the night you arrived Everything ordinary died [Verse 2: Intimate, detailed] Your hair, a river running deep and wide Mama's hands would work it, sweat and pride Every braid a diagram she drew Doll on a shelf but the magic was true At Blocton Brothers, cookies in a jar She'd lift you up on that wooden bar Eyes like prayers she wouldn't dare speak Pretending you were hers for that one week [Pre-Chorus: Brighter, confident] Aunt Maxine sent boxes down the line Chicago silk and patterns so divine Folks would freeze mid-sentence in the street "Where'd you get that?" "Maxine. Can't compete." [Chorus] Erika, Halloween child Born when the veil was running wild Erika, midnight's crown Dressed in colors shipped from Chicago town Erika, came through the storm While we were still in costume, still warm Erika, before we knew The night had saved its best for you [Bridge: Stripped down, key change to minor] One afternoon, Jeep rolled slow Woman leaned out, voice pitched low "Take that hot wig off that baby's head!" But that was her hair That was her hair We laughed until we couldn't stand Truth don't need defending Joy writes its own ending [Final Chorus: Key modulation UP, triumphant] Erika, Halloween child Your son walks steady, your grandson smiles Erika, the thread runs deep Quiet names with promises to keep Erika, no need for flame No need for fame, they carry your name Erika, from that first cry Low and high, the line won't die [Outro: Synths fade, single arpeggio remains] Halloween child...
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