[INTRO — SPOKEN, LOW] This house remembers More than I ever said out loud. [VERSE 1] The house stands flayed against the sky, No warmth, no color passing by. Just brick and dust— A hollow shell Where anger sleeps And memories dwell. My little shoes, scuffed and thrown, Buried deep like a life unknown. The swing set groans A rusty sigh, Under a cold, Unblinking eye. [PRE-CHORUS] Laughter once lived here— Thin, unsure… Now every echo Feels like a lure. [CHORUS] This house holds ghosts That wear my name, Rooms built of sorrow, Walls soaked in shame. I walk these ruins With burning breath— A childhood stolen, A war I never left. But the fire in me Refuses to die— Even the broken Still learn to rise. [VERSE 2] A picnic blanket, sun-bleached, torn, Covered secrets we carried as we were born. My mother’s hum— Soft, afraid— Now swallowed whole By the debts she paid. My father’s hand, once strength defined, Clenched into thunder I prayed to outrun. Dreams collapsed Under what he became, A legacy carved In bruises and blame. The roses bloom a crimson stain, Petals dripping the shape of pain. The garden gate A creaking door— I walk through hurt I’ve walked before. [PRE-CHORUS 2] A child I was— Small, unheard… Now anger speaks Every buried word. [CHORUS] This house holds ghosts That wear my name, Rooms built of sorrow, Walls soaked in shame. I walk these ruins With burning breath— A childhood stolen, A war I never left. But the fire in me Refuses to die— Even the broken Still learn to rise. [BRIDGE] (haunting, soft, then rising) Regret is a shadow That doesn’t forgive. It whispers the past, Won’t let me live. But somewhere beneath This fractured skin, A flicker says: “This is not where it ends.” Hope claws through The cracks in the floor— A fragile spark Becoming something more. [FINAL CHORUS — STRONGER] This house holds ghosts, But not my fate. I won’t live chained To an old gate. The child I was Still breathes inside— But now he stands, He doesn’t hide. Through ash and rage, Through truth and pain— I rise, I rise, Again, again. [OUTRO — QUIET] One day the gray Will break in two… And when the light comes, I’ll walk through.
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